I listen to the quality of his breathing, how, ever so slightly, the breaths he takes are now coming more quickly. He’s excited by me! Only me!
I feel him pressing near, the coarseness of the hair on his thighs rubs against the smooth skin of my ass, abrasive. I feel the turgid proof of his love pressing at my opening. He pulls away for a moment and slowly works his pointing finger inside, gently, listening, I’m sure, for my breathing to ease, then a little farther, a little farther. He moves the finger around, pulling slightly at my sphincter, making it welcome him. Then, he slips another finger inside and waits again for my body and my breath to signal I am ready for more. Finally, he allows himself to work in a third finger.
Then, one by one, he pulls his fingers out of me. The air is
