Netflix and cum on my fingers (FF)

We settle on the couch after you hit the lights and pick a movie. A bowl of popcorn is nestled between your crossed legs and your knee is over my thigh. Your short shorts have turned into underwear and your puffy nipples press against your tank top. I reach for handfuls of buttery kernels keeping my eyes on the screen, but you drop your legs, pushing the bowl forward as I extend my arm again and my hand ends up between your thighs.
You clench them then spread your legs slightly and I graze your lips as I slowly remove my hand. I alternate between popcorn and your pussy, making you guess what I’ll reach for next. I love listening to you pant. I can feel how swollen you’re getting.
I turn to you for the first time since we started the movie. My fingers are cupping you. I raise an eyebrow as I rub your pussy harder than before. You grab my wrist, pull your waistband away from your skin and slide my hand down your stomach. Your lips are puffy and your juice is already coating my fingers. My mouth waters. I run my other hand over your nipple on the way up. I gently curl my fingers around the side of your neck and touch your pulse, then I pull you close by the throat.
“What do you want?” I murmur in your ear.
You’ve already started grinding against my hand trying to get my fingers inside of you. I won’t move until you say the words.
“Say it or I’ll leave,” I whisper, licking the shell of your ear.
You’re desperate. You’re rubbing that hot, slick puss all over my fingers and pressing your fat clit into my hand, but I know how you want to cum. I start pulling my hand out.
“Let me cum on your fingers,” you whine.
Ahh, the magic words.
We kiss as I slide your shorts off and reach three fingers into that greedy, drooling pussy. Your head rolls back as I find your clit with my thumb and you play with your nipples. You know I love to watch you do that.
I tell you the dirty things you love to hear as we listen to your juices build up on my fingers between your moans. I push you to the edge then back down over and over again. You beg and plead and swear until I decide to give you what you want. You cum so hard your slit pushes my fingers out. I let you lick them as I kiss your face as your body spasms taper off.
The movie is over.
“Wanna get something to eat?” I ask.
Still panting a little, you start another move before pulling my shorts and underwear down, lying down on the couch and pulling my hips toward your face. You pause, start another movie, and then continue pulling me forward.
“Yes.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m4fc87/netflix_and_cum_on_my_fingers_ff