My plea floated around us like a phantom, and my back arched of its own accord. With exquisite, deliberate strokes he was setting my insides on fire, fanning the flames with each wet caress-and watching the sensations play upon my face with the smug certainty of bigger and better things to come. His thumb found that button high up in front and I cried out with the startling need it inspired. "e;Tell me how bad you want it, Andrea,"e; he crooned, a magician about to entrance me with his wand. "e;Clench your cunt for 'yes'open your hole for 'no.'"e;My muscles locked around his fingers and the inner spirals began. The fingers thrust inside, I was a woman lost. My body convulsed in a series of heated seizures, spurred on by his thrusts and the rubbing of his thumb.

Before I realized how far gone I was, my cries were echoing around us. I became a mindless machine fueled by need, pumping against the butt of his hand and the fingers that formed a piston inside me.