It's fun, from start to finish, and I'd love to share it with you, most of all. From that silly, teasing grin that slips across my face as I tug down your shorts, to the wink that you just know heralds the flutter of my tongue against where you're already a little wet, as my fingers begin to probe gently where you're sensitive, all the way through to the finish. Not, mind you, that this needs to be the only thing that we do.

But hell, we're going to do it, and it's going to be awesome.

Here's how I'm thinking this is going to happen - you, all cute like you always are, nestled in my lap, and me, my fingers gently working between your thighs, stopping just when you start to squirm and slowing to a teasing crawl, the very tips caressing your clit, until you can feel me, pressed warm and firm against the small of your back. There'll be comfortable sheets, of course, and blankets to push aside as I nudge you forward onto all fours, and the best sort of lube, already warmed and making a properly wet squish as those same fingers push inside of you, a hand on your waist to steady you.

You can even feel it, if you concentrate and imagine hard, I'm sure - the slow, knowing working of strong fingers inside you, spreading and plunging, the faint tickle of the calluses along the ridge of my palm, and the slow, hot play of my breath along your throat, as my lips tease at your neck.

And, just when you can't tell how many fingers are in you, any more, the feel of my hips coming closer and closer to yours, you'll feel it, the pulsing length pressed neatly against you, a lube-slicked slide of heat and hardness coming to rest with a blunt, stretching kiss right where you're ready.

And then? Well, then, we'll have even more fun.

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