Tanya's happy time

Tanya laid out on her bed, naked. Her body was tense from the day’s events, but that tension would soon be alleviated.
“Mmmh, finally some me time.”
She closed her eyes and let herself imagine the target of her fantasies. Admittedly, she had only seen the man partially naked, but she would let her imagination fill in the rest.
“What would he do to me?” she wondered. Subconsciously, her left hand moved up to her neck and ran her fingers up and down, stopping just above her collarbone. Tanya let a smile slip onto her lips as her right hand moved up her stomach to her breast and cupped it.
“Mmmg, he’d be gentle, even if he wanted it badly.” She muttered just as she began to fondle herself. It wasn’t as arousing as, say, rubbing her inner thighs, but it was well enough to turn her on. And, admittedly, she could imagine him starting from here.
Once her body began to feel hotter, she began to move southward towards her privates. When her fingers reached her entrance, she struggled to resist the urge to enter herself.
“He wouldn’t end it so quickly; he’d work me up before he would take me.” Slowly, she began to tease her part with gentle touches, making her let out short, stifled moans. In her mind, she imagined the man between her legs, taunting her with his experienced mouth. Once her fingers began to feel wet, she turned herself around and lifted her rear into the air.
“This is how we would do it, I’m sure.” Tanya reached downward and teased herself more, only sticking the tip of her fingers inside slightly. But in her mind, it wasn’t her fingers that were teasing her entrance, but the man’s girth. She could almost feel the tip of it rubbing against her, and his lust husky voice asking her if she was ready.
Following her fantasy, Tanya slipped two fingers into herself and began to thrust them slowly into himself. She could feel his own bare body pressing against her own as he thrusted into her, constantly whispering gentle words into her ear to keep her relaxed.  She began to feel hot, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the end was near. Flipping herself back over, she angled her hips so as to reach that special spot, letting out louder and louder moans each time her fingers would press against it.
“He would make sure to end it like this” she thought through the thick haze in her mind; the man in her mind locked lips with her as he continued to hit her in her spot, faster and harder each time. At last, she couldn’t contain it anymore and let out a strangled moan as she released herself.
Spent and exhausted, Tanya laid still on her bed, her mind slowly reeling itself back from her fantasy. Once her head had cleared enough, she muttered,
“Would he have been a gentleman and covered himself before we started, or would he have done what I wanted and done it bare?”
It was one thought she knew she would never know. After all, the man she dreamed about has been for the last two years…