Half conscious at four, A.M, on a hot summer night. The first thing I'm aware of is his erection pressing firmly against my arse. His hand holding my thigh, keeping his body pressed so tightly against mine. His other hand slips under my torso, finding a breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple firmly. I'm breathing heavily and moan at his touches to let him know that I'm awake. He starts kissing and biting my neck, I gasp in pleasure. The fingers of his left hand still kneading my breast, his right hand leaves my thigh and he pushes it between my legs from behind, I willingly fall slightly forward, parting my legs and allowing him access to my most special parts. He traces his finger along my lips and over my clitoris, covering it all in my juices which were readily flowing out of me. Then he pushes a finger inside of me and starts to slowly and gently move it in and out, massaging my clit with the rest of his fingers. Our bodies grew sweatier and I push the blankets far away from us. His finger slowly grows faster inside of me, his other hand squeezing my nipple to the point of pain, pleasure and pain run through my body and I know that I need much more of him inside of me.
"You love this," he says in a voice thick with lust. "Yes yes, I love this." I agree with him, my body growing hotter every second. Feeling higher with every touch.
"Do you want me?" He asks, pushing me onto my front. His cock pressed into the back of my thigh, one hand still pulling at my breasts and the other still working away inside of me, every so often coming out and playing with my clit then diving right back in. He's half lying on me, trapping me beneath him. I love being trapped. "Yes!" I say in a primal animalistic voice.
