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She gasped whenshe felt one of his hands at the hot, swollen flesh between her thighs. Then henipped her over-sensitized nipple and slipped two fingers into her wet,clinging channel.

She bit downinto the pillow as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her.

“Do you likethat?” Ander asked, his voice once more sounding just a little hoarse. His mouthwas still against her breast, and the vibrations traveled through the wetfabric to stimulate her even further.

“Mm-hmm,” shewhimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Mm-hmm.” She had to hold herselfback from humping his belly, since her clit was getting some delicious,indirect stimulation on his torso. She managed her turn her head and gasp out,“More.”

Ander nipped ather nipple again and started to pump his fingers inside her. She buried herface in the thick pillow again, desperately glad Ander was lying far enoughdown on the bed for the pillow to be in her reach. She let his mouth and fingersbuild her up toward climax.

She’d beengasping and grunting softly into the pillow, but after a few minutes ofever-increasing urgency she turned her head and begged, “Ander, please make mecome.”

“I will,” hemurmured, the rhythm of his fingers accelerating even more. He twirled hernipple with his tongue with agonizing skill and added, “You’re close now. I canfeel it.”

So some reason,his words made Lori want to whimper so she hid her face in the pillow again.His fingers were curling against her g-spot, applying hard, steady pressureexactly where she needed to feel it. He hadn’t touched her clit at all, and thebit of flesh was pulsing and swollen.

Lori’s bodytightened. She suddenly realized she was going to come without any stimulationon her clit. She shook desperately. Then felt Ander’s teeth on the soft fleshof her breast.

She came,biting down on the pillow and trying shamelessly to ride his fingers to drawout the sensations.

When her bodyhad softened, she was able to summon up enough to energy to pull herself up.“Wow.”

Ander’s facewas slightly flushed, probably because she’d been nearly smothering him bypushing her breasts into his face.

“Am I going tobe too tight now?” she asked, scooting down his body until she was straddlinghis thighs. She could see that he was fully erect beneath the thin fabric ofhis boxers.

“I thinkyou’ll be all right.”

She pulled downhis shorts while Ander reached over to grab the condom packet and lube from thenightstand. Then she waited while he rolled on the condom and slicked his cockup with lubricant.

“All right,” Andersaid, holding his cock upright with one hand. “You still want to do it thisway?” She nodded, mesmerized by the sight of his waiting erection. “Lift up andwe’ll get ourselves lined up. It takes a little practice.”

Lori raisedherself with her thighs and scooted forward until she was poised above hiscock. Then she lowered herself slowly and, with Ander’s help in alignment, wasable to slide her channel down over the substance of his erection.

It was tight, andit took a minute to adjust and catch her breath. Then Ander helped her ridehim, guiding her motion with his hands on her hips.

She rocked overhim, trying to build a steady, pleasing rhythm the way Ander always did when hemoved above her. She wasn’t sure she did it very well, but finally she found anangle and speed that seemed to bring the most pleasure.

Lori was gladshe was still wearing her chemise, even if it was wrinkled and the fabric waswet at the breasts from Ander’s mouth. She felt his eyes on her, scanning herbody and motion in what was likely observation designed to give her the bestadvice about improving her technique. But his hands were firm on her hips, andhis face was once again damp with perspiration.

After severalmore minutes, Ander moved one of his hands under the fabric of her chemise untilhe could find her clit. As he started to massage it, Lori’s head fell back andher spine arched.

“There you go,”Ander murmured. “Can you come again?”

“Yeah,” shesaid on a taken breath, feeling like her eyes might roll back in her head fromthe raw feeling of his cock's penetration from this angle and his firm massageof her clit.

She rode himuntil she came, and then her body bounced and jiggled in response to the spasmsof release. She kept moving over him, even after she came, because Ander hadn’tyet come himself.

“You came?” Anderasked thickly.

She blinked.“Yes. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Thought so.But you’re always so quiet.” He jerked his head to the side as her innermuscles tightened involuntarily. “Should I—”

“Yes. That’sall I can handle tonight. You come now.”

Flushed, sated,and ridiculously proud of herself, she gazed down at him and intensified hermotion, trying to squeeze around him as best she could despite the soreness shecould already feel.

Ander began tobuck up into her from below—not hard or rough, just little upward pushes of hiships. In less than a minute, his back arched up just a little and his facetransformed with his climax.

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