107. Foreign to him

"P-please let me..." she trailed off amidst her panting breaths.

Kiara knew the word for it, the word for the incredible sensation that hit like a tidal wave and made her feel like she was flying to the seven heavens, the pleasure that she could not find worthy words to describe.

Yet even that word felt wrong when she just thought about it in her head, how could she say it out loud? In front of him?

Kiara couldn't make the word come out of her lips, too embarrassed.

But the longer she stayed silent, the sensation could no longer be contained.

She moaned in despair every time Dave slowed down his rhythm suddenly and dragged her back from the orgasm that was just so close to reaching. And she realized that he wouldn't let her have it unless she asked explicitly.

"What do you want, Kiara?" He pumped his fingers more slowly, the feeling of his thick fingers brushing against her tight walls and making her squirm.

"It's-let me... please.."

"You want to cum?" He asked in a low, husky ton