"Oh, fuck me, you have the dirtiest mind," he groans. "I want you, Effie. I want to fuck you so hard. It's killing me not to. My balls ache and my cock feels so hard it may split. I can hardly wait. I'm going to sink into your tight ass and make you whimper and scream. THat's what's going to undo me. Your voice. Your voice," he pants.

He finally surrenders and moves off to take off his trousers and pants and then he's got the lube. As much as he'd love to tear into her he has enough sense to know there's pain and there's pain and there's pain which would kill the mood. Screams of pleasure are what he wants, not cries of trauma.

So quick fingers slick her and tease her, sliding in, one, then two. It's slow, driving him mad, making him want her more and more with every buck of her hips.