He finds the leg of the shorts I wear and draws his hand up my inner thigh. I shift, letting my legs fall open for him, and he touches me where I'm starting to ache. He rubs my clit until its aroused, plumped and becoming sensitive. He strokes the entrance to my cunt, feels how hot I am and how much I want him.
When he eases two fingers deep inside me I whimper and he knows I'm awake. He tells me things, sweet things, dirty things, loving things, while he gently thrusts inside me. My hips rise and fall with his strokes.
Finally, he pulls my shorts down--a whisper of silk against my skin--and slides into the cradle my spread thighs make for him. I can feel the smooth head of his cock against my cunt and I open as far as I can for him. He slides home and we both groan.
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