<br/>Her writhing body had Mark wanting to tense, to release some pent up desire. Instead he thrust a little faster, feeling her slick walls grind against his fingers. He focused his own desire into her, using her body. There would be time for her to feel his engorged penis deep within.<br/><br/>He began to wiggle his fingers, adding to the sensation he was masterfully creating. He knew from experience that most women liked it; it was something different and it didn't hurt them. As long as they liked to try new things, they enjoyed it.<br/><br/>After a good finger thrusting, Mark suddenly withdrew his fingers. She couldn't even feel them hovering, teasing her. Mark was playing with her. He was intentionally making her desire build. She would feel abandoned. That would make the pleasure stronger.<br/><br/>What was only shy of a minute, seemed like much much longer. Mark ended his brief torment and plunged his fingers in once more. They worked vigorously, plowing as deep as they could. His knuckles dug into her pliant flesh, pressing, pressing, and pressing. His lips and tongue 'assaulted' her neck, leaving soft red marks from the pressure.<br/><br/>Her shuddering and moans told him her orgasm was imminent. Mark released her neck and whispered into her ear. “Come for me.” He had granted her permission to orgasm. To aid her, his fingers worked vigorously, forcing her to come even if she suddenly now decided to resist.