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relief.  When she did, it allowed Derreck’s strong fingers to move down and under, touching wet skin. 
    Just the touch of his fingers made Macy cry out for him.
    She could already feel the orgasmic pleasure building. 
    Derreck’s left hand retreated, cupping her left cheek.  As he massaged her, trying to coax her into relaxing, his right hand continued to work.  His fingers ran by her wet folds, touching them gently, easing his way into Macy’s sex area.  Macy sighed and moaned, rocking her body slowly.  Derreck’s middle finger found her clit and pressed hard enough to cause Macy’s body to jump.  She convulsed and as she opened her mouth to say something - or maybe just scream - Derreck placed his thumb to her opening, making small circles. 
    That was her warning, along with a commanding smile from Derreck.
    His thumb then entered her, exploring her warm tender inside with a slow penetration.  As he stared into her eyes, Derreck could feel her desires and needs coming to life.
    Macy sensed Derreck wanting to move away.  She didn’t care the reason, even if it meant he was going to drop his pants and have her.  She wasn’t ready for him to stop touching her.
    “No,” she whispered.
    Her hand moved from the top of the couch to between her legs.  She touched over her panties but held Derreck’s hand in place.
    Derreck groaned and his left hand squeezed on her backside harder.
    “I didn’t say you could do that,” he said.
    “I don’t care,” Macy said.  “Don’t stop touching me... Derreck... I’m so close...”
    “So close,” Derreck repeated with a nod.
    “Please,” Macy begged.  “Please...”
    “So... so... close...”
    Derreck started to move his middle finger, still applying pressure to Macy’s clitoris.  As he did so, his thumb flicked at her pussy, the movements so wild and so unmatched that it sent Macy’s body into a fury.  She took her hand off Derreck’s, but didn’t have a chance to reach for the couch again.  Instead, her hand clamped down on her own leg, squeezing tight. 
    She felt her leg muscles tightening and as her body’s most basic needs took control, she thrust at Derreck’s fingers, over and over, bending her knees, lifting, forcing herself back at him.  Derreck moved with her but remained in control.  He made that very clear when he had Macy at the brink of an explosive orgasm and then stopped moving his fingers.  He left them in place, causing Macy’s body to tingle in a way she never thought possible.
    The sudden stop forced Macy to cry out, her voice booming in the large hotel room.
    “Do you feel that?” Derreck asked.
    “No... please...”
    “That’s my control,” Derreck said.  “I control when you come.”
    “Yes.”
    “I control when I come.”
    “Yes.”
    “I chose you because your body is amazing, Macy.”
    She shuddered and sighed.  Her breathing tried to calm but the ever known presence of Derreck’s fingers between her legs made it almost impossible. 
    “Your curves tell stories,” Derreck said.  “I want to explore your curves and your stories... open for me, Macy.  All the way.”
    “I am,” Macy cried out and thrust at him.
    Her moist folds were open, her sex pulsing for Derreck.
    Derreck groaned and said, “you can come now.”
    With that, his fingers picked up where they left off.  In the matter of a few seconds, Macy’s entire body flooded with an orgasm that felt like it had been lingering forever.  Her breasts ached and throbbed as her sex convulsed.  Derreck’s fingers were generous, moving with Macy’s body, keeping her coming, working with her as she thrust and moaned.  His hand on her backside moved to her lower back.  As he applied pressure, it forced a more intense sexual feeling straight to Macy’s pussy. 
    Derreck was a sexual genius, even with just his fingers.
    The pleasure started to subside but the feeling remained as her body was far from being done.  She looked over her shoulder at