Second-Hand Dresses

Chapter 23: The Morning After

Only the shiftless, lazy, and poor are still in bed when the third bell coming ringing.

—Faminish dea Tolpear

Lily woke up with a hand between her legs. It was strong and sure as it slid up and down, stroking her pleasurably sore lips with two damp fingers. She moaned and lifted her hips into it, sliding her knees along her sheets to give Hasan more access to her sex.

He had his thumb nestled between her buttocks and up against her sphincter. At first, she thought he was trying to force it into the tight opening but he only kept it in place with a light pressure.

She rocked her body in time with his two fingers dancing along her opening.

Every time he pulled up, the pressure would increase before he slid his fingers back down.

She clutched the sheets, keeping her face planted against her pillow. A muffled moan rose up as she spread herself even more and completely lifted her hips off the bed.

"Good morning," Hasan said. He nestled his fingers between her nether lips and spread them open, tickling her with the warm air of her bedroom. He drew his fingers together and then eased them into the tight channel.

The faint discomfort of their night of sex was nothing compared to the fresh pleasures of being filled once again. He seemed to know exactly where to touch her, his fingers spread inside her to caress against her inner walls and along the tiny niches of pleasure that ignited the first waves of an orgasm inside her.

Lily moaned and ground against his hand. "M-Morning," she said with a smile. Her voice was muted by the pillow, but she didn't think he cared. She rocked her hips against his hand, growing accustomed to the pressure at her sphincter while enjoying the deep plunges of his fingers inside her.

"Should I keep going?"

She nodded.

He gripped her tighter, holding her in place as he fingered her faster. His knuckles smacked against her wet entrance. The impact sent tiny flashes of pleasure coursing along her body.

She ground her face into the pillow, closing her eyes to concentrate on the enjoyment of being pleasured. It was nice, sweet, sexy. It was also something she hadn't ever had.

Lily grinned. She liked waking up this way.

Hasan shifted his position to lean over her, one hand resting against the small of her back and the other driving deep. His movements were long and measured, drawing almost completely out until her lips clung to his digits and then sliding deep inside. His knuckles ground against her lips before he wiggled his fingers inside. When he drew out again, he kept his fingers spread and she moaned even louder.

She lost herself in his fingering, her world nothing more than two digits plunging inside her. The pleasure burned inside her, rising up rapidly. She let out a muted cry and jammed herself back as it crested into a short burst of ecstasy that burned in her veins.

He chuckled and slowed down, stroking her in long, slow movements as she sank into the pleasure.

Lily dropped to the bed. "That is the best way to wake up."

Hasan wiggled his fingers and she became aware that his thumb was no longer resting against her anal opening but slightly inside. It felt huge despite being less than an inch inside. She started to squirm but then lost her focus; it felt surprisingly good despite being dirty.

"Do you mind?" he whispered.

"With what?"

He wiggled his thumb. The sensation radiated against untouched nerves, a strange mixture of discomfort and pleasure.