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was flushed all over and writhing
shamelessly from the need for friction.
    Ander’s mouth
was on her side, on a sensitive spot just above her hip. He mouthed it hard and
fluttered his tongue against her skin. At the same time, he was rubbing the
back of her knee in a gentle massage and occasionally flicking at one of her
erect nipples with his other hand.
    “Ander,” she
finally rasped. When he raised his head, she continued, “Can we...can we try
the vibrator?”
    Nodding
wordlessly, he reached for it and for the lube on the nightstand. He knelt
between her splayed legs and squirted lube out onto his hand. She could see
everything much more clearly tonight from the light from the bathroom. “I’ll
use my hand first, like last time,” Ander explained.
    Lori gave a nod
and then stared at him, hypnotized by her physical desire and by the sight of
the mostly naked man reaching his hand down to her groin.  Ander stroked her
open and wasted no time in sliding two fingers into her wet, pulsing channel.
She arched her neck and parted her lips at the feel of the penetration.
    Rhythmically, Ander
fucked her with his fingers for a few minutes, causing her to twist in pleasure
and reach up to grab the headboard. He seemed to be stretching her, pushing
against her inner walls. He avoided touching her clit, though, which is where
she really wanted him.
    Finally, she
managed to choke out, “If you rub my clit, I think I can come.”
    “I know,” Ander
said in a low voice. “But when you come, you’ll get tighter. That might make
intercourse more difficult. I know everyone says that orgasms relax you
beforehand, but you get a lot tighter after an orgasm. You’re tight already and
you don’t need to get any tighter. I’d suggest we wait, but I can do whatever
you’d prefer.”
    It made sense.
She certainly didn’t want to make intercourse any more uncomfortable than it
had to be, but the logic didn’t help ease her urgent, wriggling body.
    “The vibrator?”
she prompted.
    Ander picked up
the vibrator and slicked it up with lubricant. “You see how it’s curved?” He
cleared his voice before he continued. “It’s made to easily reach your g-spot.”
    He gently
inserted the slim, pink device into her channel and she felt pressure on her
upper wall. He thrust it slowly, and it moved easily with the lube and her own
moisture. “Do you feel your g-spot? There?”
    She felt a
tingling pressure from the press of the vibrator. “Yeah.” Despite her intense
arousal, she felt curiosity prompt her. “I thought from the way it’s described
in love scenes that hitting your g-spot would cause this huge jolt of
pleasure.”
    Ander shook his
head, still pumping the vibrator slowly inside her. “It can get that way, but
it’s a cumulative effect. Most women need to be aroused before they can feel it
at all. Then it takes some building up before you can get the best sensations.”
    As he continued
pumping, she started to feel the tingling pleasure intensify.
    “Do you want to
try it,” he asked, “To make sure you can find it yourself?”
    Lori reached
down between her legs to take the vibrator and slide it in and out like Ander
had. It was a little embarrassing, but his lessons would do her no good if she
couldn’t find it on her own. She angled it until she felt her g-spot again and
parted her lips at the renewed stimulation.
    “Good?” Ander
asked, his eyes moving from her face to the device that was penetrating her
intimately, wet now and making a faint, embarrassing sucking sound as she moved
it.
    “Yeah.”
    She let Ander
take over the vibrator again, and she gasped as he turned it on. The sensations
swelled up so intensely and so quickly that she arched and clawed at the
sheets.
    “Too much?” he
asked. She couldn’t see his eyes in the dim room. Couldn’t read his expression.
    She fisted her
fingers in the sheets. “Really, really good.”
    He kept pumping
the pulsing vibrator against her g-spot until