While we’re doing it doggy, there’s a way Glenn touches me that drives me wild. He’ll slide his strong hands up my thighs and feather his fingers across my ass, holding my cheeks apart.

He did that the other night, and my brain shut down. He was fucking my pussy from behind with his hands roaming and his body moving in time with mine.

I played my fingers over my clit, strumming, swirling and rubbing it. I was so into it. So very saturated with sex and lust and desire that I was humming under my breath.

“What’d you say?” he asked, moving in and out of me with measured leisurely strokes. “You want me to do this?”

He slid his thumb into my ass, and I gasped and tossed my head back. Stuffed in both holes, I was suddenly full and dripping with sensation. My pussy flowed faster as my thoughts flowed slower. I was all about the tactile. The feeling of him inside me. The feeling of him fucking me, touching me, stimulating me from two different angles.

I slid my finger over my clit. My body shook with the effort to stay steady while I touched myself in just the right way to get off.

I groaned.

“What’s that? Deeper? I can do deeper.”

He jammed his thumb in farther and pushed his cock into me farther, too. I grunted. My body wanted to come, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

I turned my head, so I could see him in my peripheral vision. I could feel his breath on the side of my face.

“Like this?” he asked, waggling his thumb in my ass.

Pleasure skittered through me, and I shook my butt impatiently. Amused, he wiggled his thumb again, and the act inched me a bit closer to climaxing.

I was right there. Right on the edge, so close I gritted my teeth.

He pulled his thumb free almost all the way, and I bucked.

“I’m sorry. Did you want this out?” he asked playfully.

“No, no!” I said, tossing my head. He was teasing me. He was torturing me. It was awful and wonderful all at the same time.

He stopped playing with me and started fucking me in earnest. His free hand was on my hip, stroking my skin. Goose bumps sprang up as he thrust into me deeply and angled his thumb so I felt all that perfect pressure.

I pinched my clit and tapped it with my fingertips, and then I went back to painting feverish circles on that tender knot of skin.

I came, my body bucking wildly and my voice springing out of my mouth in a string of nonsense.

“There it is. That’s it,” Glenn said softly as he slowly rocked his hips.

I shuddered through my orgasm. I sagged against the bed for a moment as he eased in and out of me with gentle strokes.

“I think you want more,” he said, sliding his thumb deep into my ass once more. “I think you want to come with my cock in your ass.”

He pushed and pulled, reaming my back hole, and the thump of pleasure in my pussy was beating in time with my heart.

“You want my dick in your ass,” he said matter-of-factly.

I sighed.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

I shook my head.

“No?”

“No.”

“No, you don’t want it?” he asked playfully. But he knew the answer. I could tell from his tone that he had a smug smile on his face.

“No, I won’t tell you you’re wrong.”

He grabbed my hips with both hands, hiked me up so I was properly on my knees again, and then drove his thumb back in me.

When my body was practically vibrating, he pulled free and brought the head of his juice-slickened cock to my asshole. He pressed forward slowly, letting me relax and gradually open up around his dick. It felt so good.

I put my head down and exhaled, driving myself back against him slowly.

He breached me. I felt him pause, and then he shuddered with pleasure.

“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he said.

I groaned as he moved into me. I steadily drove myself back to take him and felt my body stretching and giving. He was entering me in a totally different way than when he was fucking my pussy.

My muscles rippled, and my fingers worked my button.

“There we go. Touch that little clit. Rub it for me. I want to feel you come with my dick in your ass.”

How do you say no to that? I sure

couldn’t.

I stroked my clit as my body relaxed completely — eager to take him and ready for more. More force, more speed, more cock.

He picked up the pace, and every stroke was an exquisite delight. I chewed my lower lip in desperation as I worked myself closer to orgasm.

He smacked my ass, starling a cry out of me. I bucked, and he laughed. The amusement both infuriated me and turned me on. I grunted and pushed back against him.

I pinched my clit and then shoved two fingers deep inside my pussy. I drove them in as deep as I could and heard him gasp. There was no doubt he was feeling the friction of my fingers against his driving cock.

I curled my digits, and the pleasure that unwound within me was addictive. I did it again and felt a quiver inside me that I recognized as a preamble to orgasm.

The sweet pressure building inside me had me panting. I moved in time with Glenn, pushing myself back onto his pistoning cock. His fingers clawed into my sides, holding me and squeezing.

He smacked me again, and I shouted. But we both started to move faster.

“I can feel it, you know. I can feel when you’re going to come,” he insisted.

I shook my head as if in disbelief, but knew it was true.

His fingers gripped me, digging further into my flesh. I could still feel the lingering sting from his slaps.

I came in a rush, shouting so loud I startled myself.

“That’s what I like. I like the way that feels — when you give in to me.”

As he spoke, his hands skated along my body, stroking and tickling me.

I tried to catch my breath and managed. Almost.

His rock-hard cock was still nestled in my ass, filling me up. He stayed still for a moment. I counted my heartbeats — waiting.

Then he started to move again, slow and steady.

“Reach into the nightstand,” he said.

My brain lit up like fireworks because I knew where this was going.

I opened the drawer and dove in, my fingers brushing against the plain white vibrator. I sighed in anticipation.

“Take it out. Turn it on. High.”

The toy was one of my favorites. It curved at the tip to hit my G-spot just right. The device jumped to life in my palm when I pushed my thumb against its button. I hit it two more times to really rev it and felt the vibration work through my hand and forearm.

“Just against your clit at first,” he said in a husky voice.

I obeyed, sliding the smooth head of the vibe along my clit and feeling my body jump in response. I was still very sensitive.

“That’s it. I know that feels good. I can feel you clench around me when you do that,” he whispered.

I kept the vibrator trained on my clit. The high setting was intense. I shut my eyes and drove my body back to take his thrusting cock. He was picking up speed, getting back into the rhythm.

My body jittered as the vibrator did its job, and my clit thrummed in time with my heart.

I pushed back harder and surprised him. He grunted loudly, sounding even more turned on. I swirled the vibrator in circles as his cockhead brushed the tender places deep in me that amplified my pleasure. I felt hyper aware of every rumble of the vibe.

I concentrated on taking his driving dick — and coming.

As my knees shook and my body hitched under his, I climaxed.

He gently withdrew from me, and I hiccupped air, keenly aware of his absence.

“Put the toy inside you,” he said.

I moaned in response, a sound filled with longing and desperation.

I slid the slick vibrator against my slit and moved the tip inside my pussy. I held it there as it danced, still on high.

“Deeper,” he said, once again nudging my back hole with his cock.

I obeyed, pushing the vibe deeper. Then I slid it all the way home, so it was nestled inside me and rumbling against my G-spot.

The sensation was intense. I sighed loudly, my body undulating.

“Now I’ll fuck you. I want to feel that thing shaking against my dick while I’m inside you.”

He pushed his cock back into me slowly, taking his time.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked.

I nodded silently. It was good. So good. The pressure was exquisite, the stimulation almost overwhelming.

Gripping my hips tightly, Glenn picked up speed. His body banged against mine as he filled me over and over again.

“I’m going to come,” he said. “But I want you to come, too. Will you?”

“Yes, yes,” I said. My body was on red alert. I shook like I had a fever, moved like I was possessed. All the while pleasure wracked me as I willingly took every thrust.

He pushed into me deep, held me steady, and fucked me in short strokes, barely withdrawing his shaft.

The vibrator set my nerve endings alight, and all of my joy and ecstasy blended together into one sweeping wave of euphoria.

I came, crying it out in some sort of barely understandable orgasmic babble.

That did Glenn in. His fingertips bit into my skin so hard I wondered if I’d bruise. His body jerked like he’d been hit by lightning. He came with a growl and a swear, and then he was rocking in and out of me slowly as he came down off the high of his orgasm.

“Man, that was good,” he muttered.

I shut off the vibrator and pulled it out. I tried to catch my breath, but it took a moment. Still trembling, I finally pulled free of him and collapsed on the bed, flat on my belly.

I was exhausted, but happily so.