He looks at me curiously for a moment, and I wonder what he's thinking. Sometimes I wish I could get a narration of his thought processes; I'm sure it'd be fascinating.

The moment passes and then he's back with me again, away from his thoughts, and a second finger joins the first, spreading me wider, pressing in deeper.

He moves, leaning over me, and kisses me as he slides a third finger inside me. I moan softly into his mouth, bringing my hands up to grip at his hair, kneading, tugging gently. I lift my hips, coaxing his fingers in deeper.

Now Take-chan, now, I'm ready. Please...