Me on my stomach.

I kiss him again, then roll over. I take my pillow and arrange it underneath myself so that it lifts and tilts my hips. Then I spread my ankles wide and give him a little wiggle.

He doesn't wait for me to beg. I glance over my shoulder to see him kneeling between my thighs and taking his cock in hand. He guides himself to my cunt, giving me a moment of flustered anticipation as the head of his shaft prods at my sensitive skin.

Then he slides slowly into me. I give a strangled little moan as my body quivers like a wind chime. My cunt twitches, and I hear him gasp.

He puts his hands on the bed next to my waist and bears down, going deep into me before easing out again. "Oh gods," I breathe, hanging onto the mattress. The feel of him filling me makes my heart race and sends sparks of pleasure out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

His thrusts grow more confident, more urgent. The bed starts to shake. I bury my face in the mattress and muffle a cry. I would gladly let him do this for the next few hours--or weeks--but I can tell how much he wants this, and I know he doesn't have far to go.

He pants and moans, driving as deep as he can, making me gasp a little with every **** thrust. It's overwhelmingly intense, and it gets even more so when I feel his cock starting to swell. I whimper a little and hang onto the headboard, bracing myself.

"Oh, Jenda," he begs, "oh, gods, yes, oh..."

He hurls himself against me as his cock bursts, and I cry out with surprise and pleasure. Every pulse of his throbbing shaft is a flash of lightning and thunder through my body, and I'm helpless in the storm. I groan as he lets loose again and again, burying himself as deeply in me as he can.

At last he comes to rest, still warm and twitching inside me, as we both catch our breath. I push sweaty hair out of my eyes and let out a sigh. "What do you do for an encore?"

"Anything you want," he says, panting, which is just the answer I like to hear.