I looked down at the top of her head. Her mouth was wet and hot as she slurped her way up my cock, then back down. The red highlights in her short hair caught the gleam of the candle and turned it to copper.
I spread my legs farther apart. She rolled to her side and slid her hand up my thigh. The other hand was stroking that part of my erection she couldn't fit into her mouth. The free hand slipped down and back. I turned to make it easy for her to do what she knew I wanted.
I reached over my head for the tube of lubricant. She held her hand out. I squirted a dollop of it onto it. She rubbed her fingers together, warming the slick clear stuff before bringing it to my puckered asshole. I lifted my hips and used my own hands to part my ass cheeks. I wanted her inside me. I needed to feel her probing and slipping into me.
She sucked my cock hard. I pushed my hips up, driving my stiffness into her. Then I relaxed, sliding out of her mouth a ways, as the movement caused the opposite effect in back. When I went into her mouth, the slippery fingers pulled out of my ass. When I pulled out, her fingers sank deep into me. My breath became more rapid as I felt my orgasm approaching.
I pulled her around, she rotated her body, never releasing either her mouth's hold on my cock or her plunging fingers in my rear passage. Her hips were next to my head, now. I slipped my fingers between her thighs, then between her own cheeks, to probe her ass. I wanted to taste her, but at the same time, I selfishly didn't want to distract either her or myself from what she was doing for me, to me.