Last night, she said...

When I lay down, I usually pass out immediately. I'm always exhausted and must drag myself into bed on a nightly basis. I always prefer to be carried.
When I don't pass out, I fantasize.
Last night was hot as hell and I laid on my stomach, naked save a swath of pink lace across my ass, and struggled to get comfortable enough to sleep.
And laying there for long enough, my thoughts immediately went to you. I thought about what I wanted right now more than anything and it was easy.
I wanted to feel your cock pressing through the thin fabric against my ass. I wanted to feel it hardening against the lace and flesh. I wanted to feel the weight of your body coming down on top of mine, despite the heat, to push it harder against me.
I wanted to feel your mouth on my shoulder, biting down until I wince and whimper, the first noise of the night. I want to feel not just your incisors dig into my skin but all your teeth, individually and together, leaving what I know will be the most ingrained of marks.
I wanted to feel your hands wrap around my waist and pull me into you so that both of those feelings become conjoined, balancing and off setting each other.
I wanted to writhe against you, the faintest of struggles which only beg you to do everything harder, to exercise your control. To let me know that this is not my choice, this is your decision.
I wanted to feel your hand slide down into the front of my panties, curling themselves in to feel how wet I am. Your fingers would simply slide against my clit, feeling how soaking wet I am from you. You know how wet I get when you touch me slowly... when you bite... when you let me feel your hard cock that I will always beg for.
Your fingers slide lower to feel my cunt, feel how open and swollen it is, estimating how many fingers you can slide in effortlessly, and then thinking about adding one already so that it still hurts. You move your fingers up and down, rubbing my clit, feeling me get wetter and wetter underneath your palm. My hips push against your fingers as your mouth finds my neck again - that spot where my back and shoulder and neck all meet and I immediately begin to tingle over every nerve.
I moan louder and feel your other hand limply come across my mouth. I whimper into your hand, fingers spread and carelessly splayed over my lips.
And then you begin to fuck me. You push three fingers in, and while my cunt is slicked with my own juices, dripping down and forming a spot on the bed underneath me, it is still tight and I wince, pushing back into your cock as you push them inside to the base.
I cry out just enough for you to push them in deeper and whisper for me to breathe.
You begin to fuck me with your fingers, your cock still pressing against my ass. I breathe slowly, opening my legs just slightly and you slide in deeper.
I am rapt. I want to cum for you so badly so I buck my hips into your fingers. I am pushing hard into you and into the bed, my cum creating the wet spot on which I will have to sleep. My hands squeeze sheets tightly as I continue to fuck your fingers.
You whisper that I'm a good girl and I buck harder.
You bite my shoulder and I cry out, that much closer to cumming on your hand.
Your hand pulls down my panties and I feel their wetness in between my knees. Four fingers slide back inside me of me, stretching me until I fight, until you hold me tighter against you. Until I can feel your cock pressing against my ass.
I fuck your fingers, the head of your hard cock straining against my ass, making me catch my breath. Are you going to fuck me right now? With my cunt filled and my eyes shut?
But you hold your cock right there, letting me push back as much or as little as I want. You hold your cock steady and to give you what you want all I have to do is push back against it, and let your beautiful cock fill my ass. I tighten my pussy around your fingers, drenched in my juices, which slide effortlessly into me.
I want to be your good girl. I want to cum for you.
I push back.