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gasped when
she felt one of his hands at the hot, swollen flesh between her thighs. Then he
nipped her over-sensitized nipple and slipped two fingers into her wet,
clinging channel.
    She bit down
into the pillow as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her.
    “Do you like
that?” Ander asked, his voice once more sounding just a little hoarse. His mouth
was still against her breast, and the vibrations traveled through the wet
fabric to stimulate her even further.
    “Mm-hmm,” she
whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Mm-hmm.” She had to hold herself
back 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 at
her nipple again and started to pump his fingers inside her. She buried her
face in the thick pillow again, desperately glad Ander was lying far enough
down on the bed for the pillow to be in her reach. She let his mouth and fingers
build her up toward climax.
    She’d been
gasping and grunting softly into the pillow, but after a few minutes of
ever-increasing urgency she turned her head and begged, “Ander, please make me
come.”
    “I will,” he
murmured, the rhythm of his fingers accelerating even more. He twirled her
nipple with his tongue with agonizing skill and added, “You’re close now. I can
feel 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 pressure
exactly where she needed to feel it. He hadn’t touched her clit at all, and the
bit of flesh was pulsing and swollen.
    Lori’s body
tightened. She suddenly realized she was going to come without any stimulation
on her clit. She shook desperately. Then felt Ander’s teeth on the soft flesh
of her breast.
    She came,
biting down on the pillow and trying shamelessly to ride his fingers to draw
out the sensations.
    When her body
had softened, she was able to summon up enough to energy to pull herself up.
“Wow.”
    Ander’s face
was slightly flushed, probably because she’d been nearly smothering him by
pushing her breasts into his face.
    “Am I going to
be too tight now?” she asked, scooting down his body until she was straddling
his thighs. She could see that he was fully erect beneath the thin fabric of
his boxers.
     “I think
you’ll be all right.”
    She pulled down
his shorts while Ander reached over to grab the condom packet and lube from the
nightstand. Then she waited while he rolled on the condom and slicked his cock
up with lubricant.
    “All right,” Ander
said, holding his cock upright with one hand. “You still want to do it this
way?” She nodded, mesmerized by the sight of his waiting erection. “Lift up and
we’ll get ourselves lined up. It takes a little practice.”
    Lori raised
herself with her thighs and scooted forward until she was poised above his
cock. Then she lowered herself slowly and, with Ander’s help in alignment, was
able to slide her channel down over the substance of his erection.
    It was tight, and
it took a minute to adjust and catch her breath. Then Ander helped her ride
him, guiding her motion with his hands on her hips.
    She rocked over
him, trying to build a steady, pleasing rhythm the way Ander always did when he
moved above her. She wasn’t sure she did it very well, but finally she found an
angle and speed that seemed to bring the most pleasure.
    Lori was glad
she was still wearing her chemise, even if it was wrinkled and the fabric was
wet at the breasts from Ander’s mouth. She felt his eyes on her, scanning her
body and motion in what was likely observation designed to give her the best
advice about improving her technique. But his hands were firm on her hips, and
his face was once again damp with perspiration.
    After several
more minutes, Ander moved one of his hands under the fabric of her chemise until
he could find her clit. As he started to