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me. After a pause, you kneel between my spread knees, then both sets of fingers slip through the folds of my cunt, spreading warm, silky lubricant over every inch of me until I am slippery and moaning hot.
    You’re quiet for a moment and I slowly draw in my breath. When you want me this way I know what you’re going to do, and in that still moment the anticipation of it brings a flood of my own to mingle with the lube.
    The heat of your body draping over me draws a moan of pure pleasure from me. Your slick fingers return to my nipples with a sharp squeeze. My moan sharpens, lengthens.
    “Awake now?”
    “Yes.”
    “Is this what you want?”
    “Yes. Please.”
    “Please, what?”
    “Please make me yours.”
    “Mine,” you whisper softly. Your voice is laden with tenderness and love for me. “Mine.”
    I close my eyes so I can focus on my body responding to you. I quell the shudder that runs through me as you firmly grasp one nipple while your other hand finds my aching clit. Two fingers close around it and then you squeeze my nipple and clit with the same relentless pressure.
    Nerves send equal messages of ecstasy and fire across my body. I gasp and arch as you play with me, reveling in the sensation of your touch.
    “Don’t come yet,” you order. “You know what I want.”
    Struggling for words, I can only nod frantically. The pressure on my clit with my knees so far apart, my cunt so exposed, creates an empty ache inside me. I want to be filled and yet you’re nowhere near my opening. The longer you play with my clit, the more I want you inside.
    You play my body until I can think of nothing but you fucking me. You turn me on so you can put out the fire, pleasing us both.
    “I love touching you,” you admit softly. “I love every inch of you.” I feel the hot, wet reality of your cunt on my calf. There is never any doubt in my mind that you are not dispassionately servicing your woman. I am not an object to be used, nor a piece of flesh to be consumed. You are deeply involved in my pleasure and it sparks your own. I could even describe everything we are doing now as prologue, foreplay, because when we are done your need will be as intense as mine is at this moment. “I’m going to enjoy every bit of you. Do not let go.”
    Abruptly the warm weight of you is gone and my hips convulse, trying to find you again. My nipples are sore against the sheets, sending prickles of sensation straight to my clit, which throbs in response.
    “Spread your knees more. Yes, oh yes, like that.” One finger teases just at my opening. “Wet,” you purr. “You’re very wet now.”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Please?”
    “Take what you want,” I say between gritted teeth. “What we both wa—oh yes .”
    Four fingers fill me and I am stretched, tight, but I know you won’t stop, and we both know what we can do together. You take me, completely, with your thumb tucked tight. I cry out but I can still hear your earthy groan.
    I want to let go, wrap my head in my arms and let the feeling of my full cunt overwhelm me to the point of tears. Sometimes you let me do that, let me slip deep into a place of pure feeling. Not today. Today I must hold on and stay with you.
    “That is so hot, so unbelievably hot, watching my hand go into you. I can never get enough of it.” I feel your other hand on the small of my back, holding me still. “Let’s do it again.”
    “No, stay in me,” I plead but you’ve already removed your hand as I shudder.
    Bracing my knees, gripping the headboard, I arch up to meet your thrust and take you inside with a rising cry of need.
    “Don’t let go or I’ll stop,” you say sharply, and I realize I was about to.
    “I won’t. Please don’t stop.” I want it so badly now. My inner muscles are trying to convulse with pleasure, and my G-spot feels enormous, as if your entire hand can’t cover it all.
    “Fuck my hand. That’s what you want.”
    Holding tight to the headboard, I shove myself as