She seemed ready, so he slid the second one in, biting his lip as he watched her face. She was gorgeous, and watching the pleasure on her was just as good as the feel of her.

He definitely couldn't get any further with the fingers, though. "Hang on, hang on," he breathed. "We can, um, this'll be easier if..." He took his fingers back and gently urged her off him, then over, facing the back of the couch.

Quentin got up too, getting up on his knees behind her on the couch. "Yeah?" he asked, rubbing himself against her cunt again, so all she had to do to take him was push her hips back, and he would have room to work with her ass.