I'm on my hands and knees. I tilt my hips up, but I want to tip them up higher. I have to drop down so that I'm on my elbows and my face is in the pillow. I can't support myself with just my hands; my arms will shake too much, because all of me is trembling. The same way I can't come standing up unless he holds me up, my knees and all of me goes weak, liquid, hot.

His hands hold me open, his hands on my ass, splitting all of me open for him to take, see, know.
I don't know what I will feel first, or where. I want this, this sort of exposure, and it also frightens me in a way. I hold my breath, or try to. I feel this naked and vulnerable with him anyway, all the time, this is only the physical symbol of that.

What I feel--it's not him opening me with his cock. Not yet.

He lays his cock against me, against my open cunt, the tip towards my ass, his balls against my clit. He rubs his length of his cock between and against my opening and wet lips. Not inside me yet, he just wants the shaft against me, to feel the heat and wetness generating there.

I reach back. I need more contact, I take his balls on one hand and press them gently against me, my clit.

(this is when I begin to lose control over my silence.)

He's teasing himself, but also me....