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– which gave him a clue as to how often she might do this on her own – as well as, of course, how and where she enjoyed being touched.
    Neither of those hands had wandered below the equator yet, so he rose and stood behind her, knocking her legs further apart as he cupped her right hand with his big one and brought it down to that completely bare area between her legs.
    He didn’t sit down again, but remained where he was, unable to resist the temptation to touch her, slipping one big hand into her privates from behind, nearly knocking her off balance until he spread the other one on her lower tummy to steady her as those two all too familiar fingers reclaimed the territory they had already conquered earlier, filling her . . . stretching her until she’d accommodated every inch of them.
    And it hadn’t been easy, which he’d loved.  She’d had to bend forward a bit in what he knew she would consider an obscene position, and he doubted she was even aware of the tiny mewls and groans she issued as he worked those big digits up inside her, but every caught breath, every sigh, every tiny groan got him harder.
    For her part, Sunny couldn’t even begin to think.  She’d always prided herself on her ability to use logic and reason to make sense of the situations she’d found herself in in life, but this one . . . there was no hope.  All she could do was feel – feel his fingers jammed up inside her, feel how her backside was on fire, feel how thoroughly embarrassed she was to be in this position with him , especially.  She didn’t consider herself a prude in any fashion, and she didn’t know if it was his proximity or what, but she was completely embarrassed, and, for some odd, disturbing reason, it felt kinda good.
    And that was bad - for her peace of mind.
    He’d already proven that he wasn’t very patient when it came to being obeyed, so she tried desperately not to think about, well, anything as she closed her eyes and let her fingers rediscover what they’d originally found when she was about sixteen, holding herself open slightly with her other hand, then trying to reach a bit further down to gather some moisture, only to encounter the source of the ache that was coursing through her body:  his fingers.
    Sunny withdrew her hand as if it had been scalded, and Rod immediately dabbed a bit of some kind of lotion on the tips of her fingers, silently urging her to put her hand back where it had been.
    It surprised her that she was able to slip right back into that mindless territory that let her almost forget he was there watching her, behind her and within her, in large part because of just how far she’d already gone down that road.  She was startled to realize that it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes, really, for her to take off, and that was exactly what she aimed to do.
    Until, after what seemed like only a few short seconds later, she found her hands hauled rudely away from the source of her impending orgasm.
    “Ohhhhh, really?” she groaned, her hips arching, trying to follow her fingers but they were wrenched away too quickly.
    “Hands at your sides.”  His orders were firm and soft.  He still claimed her, still filled her almost uncomfortably, drawing a long, low moan from her as he began to move his fingers within her, fucking her with hard, deliberately unpredictable thrusts that didn’t follow any kind of rhythm so that she couldn’t build towards any kind of resolution. 
    She certainly was vocal, and he liked that in a woman – whether she was being punished or pleasured, he liked to hear her reactions – within reason, of course.
    His hand on her lower stomach kept her in place as he continued to drive his hand up inside her, twisting and drilling his way to the very top of her little cunny, then out again.  Rod was of a mind to add a third finger, but then he decided against it, wanting to save that for another time.
    Instead, he let go of her, removing his fingers