I answered, “This is what you want, right?” and poked my finger in deeper.

“Oh,” Danni moaned and jerked forward with it. “Yeah, but…you gon’ make me want it all the time now,” she told me.

I said, “Just enjoy it now,” and stroked her with my finger again. I got so hard that I was pushing up between her thighs like a weight lifter. I was certain she could feel it, but since it was all about her, I allowed her to deal with it as she saw fit. But I did hope that she would decide to put it in soon. A dick that hard was painful after awhile.

“You wanna put it in?” I finally asked her.

Danni began to work herself into a frenzy from just my finger.

“Not yet,” she told me in nearly a whisper. “Not yet.”

She became so wet between her legs that my full right hand was soaked. So I went ahead and slid more than one finger inside her.

“OOOHH!” she reacted to it. She grabbed my head into her breast and worked herself wild until she humped like crazy and came all over my fingers. It was a mess that I really didn’t get a chance to enjoy. I figured it was all over and that she would fall limp and relax for a spell. But Danni surprised my ass by slipping me right up inside of her in the middle of all that wetness. She pushed me back down on the bed and started to work me like she was riding the horse of her life. As wet as she was, the fast-paced, slipping and sliding felt great.

“Oh, shit!” I moaned back to her. She was working it; up, down, left, right, backward, forward. I couldn’t believe how much energy she still had. Then again, Danni was always pumped with energy. I wondered how much my slow, selfless foreplay had added to her excitement.

“What about you?” she asked me through her romping.

“Huh?” I muttered. I didn’t want to do any unnecessary talking. I was doing just fine in my silent bliss, while she rode me like a rodeo pro.

She said, “Is this how you like it?” and balanced her hands against my rippled stomach. A great sculptured body came in handy that way.

I stuttered and said, “Just, just, just keep going.”

“But I wanna know if you like it,” she continued to ask me.

I don’t know if she had a lack of confidence or if she was simply fucking with my head, because it was obvious that she was working the living hell out of me. How many bold-faced clues did she need?

I squealed “YEEAAAH!” like a puppet with his strings being pulled.

“Am I on the spot!” she panted. “Am I on it?”

I began to think about the tenants who lived directly below me as the bed began to bounce from Danni’s hyperactive thrusting. She had a case of human hydraulics going on.