Latex in Daydreams

I found a box of examination gloves, blue and silky, and I let my fingers wander as my mind wondered....
What would it feel like if you slipped one on your beautiful hand, wrapping your long, slim fingers tight in blue nitrile…and caressed my ass? The cool plastic sliding over my skin, sending chills up my back, until you spread my legs wide enough for you to kneel between them. You nudge a pillow under my hips, propping my ass up before you, and I wait, trying to peer over my shoulder to see what you’re doing.
Your blue fingers slide up my leg now, tickling my thigh, and I feel you spread my pussy lips apart before slipping one digit inside of me.
I am already so wet for you so there is little resistance, although even just your finger fills my tightness in a way that makes me squirm. Your finger curls slightly as you pull it out, surely making the plastic glove shine with my wetness.
I groan as I feel that finger now coating the bud of my ass with my own juices. I try to push back, wanting to feel you inside of me again, but your other hand presses on the small of my back, holding me in place. The way you are sitting, if I push my hips down, I can almost rub my aching pussy on your thigh, but you notice my squirms again and move back a few inches, out of reach. Frustrated, I try to close my legs, but you do not allow this, either. “Please…please....” I whisper into the air. “Please what?” you reply.
I groan and press my face into the pillows. I know what I want, but I do not know if I can say it. Your finger brushes against my asshole and away again. I inhale. “I need you to…” Silence. “I want you to…” Stillness. “I can’t…” Surrender. “Fuck me, please…I want you inside of me…fuck me…” I hiss, arching my back, trying to offer myself to you.
There are no more words, but your finger is suddenly pressing at my asshole, meeting tight resistance despite my yearning. I try to relax, but you do not wait. You don’t need to, your glove coated finger is still slippery enough to push past my clenched muscles. And push you do, deep inside of me. “Maybe this will help you relax,” you growl, as your thumb slips into my pussy. You squeeze your fingers together as they are inside me and pause, letting me experience this new sensation, your palm pressing against parts of me that rarely get touched. I can only moan and grind myself against your hand, lost in the experience.
Your thumb slips out and you concentrate on my ass, working your finger in and out, loosening me with a steady rhythm. My eyes snap open as you start to press more fingers in with the first. “Too much” I try to say, breathlessly. You don’t hear or you don’t listen. Your hand leans harder on my back and I can feel your nails press into my skin as your other fingers push their way inside me.
You know what I need better than I, sometimes, this I believe. My body quivers as your fingers fuck my ass, harder with every stroke. Your other hand leaves my back and wraps around my hips, fingers going straight to my clit. I want to scream with pleasure as you rub in tight circles, my hips no longer in my control, bucking against you, frantic with the overload of an amazing fuck. They freeze though, taught in the air, as you start to squeeze my clit between your fingers, rolling, rubbing, pressing it hard against my own hot flesh.
My body is on fire, my cunt trying to cover everything with wetness. “Oh yeah....cum for me....” you command. Your voice sends me over the edge as your fingers continue invading, forcing a noise I’d never heard escape my lips, a noise I still didn’t hear, lost as I was in the explosions taking place inside me.
I wonder if I’d even feel your fingers slide out of me, or if my mind would just collapse in the beauty of the release....