Nothing beats a REALLY good fingerbang

We’re just back from a long day playing in the snow, feeling the kind of buzzing, mentally energetic, bone tired fatigue of a long day spent outdoors. We soak in the tub to wash off the day– I wash your hair. Afterwards, you help me slather up in body oil.

You mix up a couple of hot toddies and we sit on your new, shaggy rug in front of the fire under a big, fluffy comforter. We’re both still moist and steamy from the tub– You smell like tea tree oil and heaven. I smell like cocoa butter and dreams. Together, we smell like us.

You’re leaning against the couch, I’m leaning against your chest. We’re both just in our thin underwear, so I can feel your soft skin and silky fuzz against my back.

As we’re lazily chatting about all the adventures we had, you’re running your hands slowly up and down my sides and over my stomach and your stubble rubs gently against my cheek and neck when you lean in to talk.

At some point, the conversation wanes and you let out a nice, deep, soul-exhale as you put your hands on my hips and pull me back into you with a bit of wolfy force. I can feel you getting hard as you grind into my lower back and start to bite at my neck and earlobes. Your hands start to wander, sliding all over my chest and running your fingers up and down my thighs….

Soon enough, the comforter becomes a little constricting, so that gets tossed aside in a heap. My nearly-naked body is now in full view stretched out against you. I look down and watch in awe as you run your hands over every inch of me, pinching my nipples, lifting my hips up so you can squeeze my ass, scratching up my sides and across my tummy. I look up into your beautiful eyes, reflecting the glow of the fire, lean my head back and grab your hair with one hand to pull your mouth down to cover mine. I suck your lower lip gently between my teeth, running my tongue across your lower lip to savor the taste of your mouth, then grab your hand, moving it swiftly under my panties, biting your lip and looking into your eyes as I push your fingers deep inside me. I see hot fire flash in your eyes as you groan and mumble something deliciously filthy against my lips when you feel how wet I am for you…

At this point, clothing is stupid, so everything can join the comforter in a heap on the floor. I lean back against you again, stretched out with my back against your warm chest, but this time feeling the silky head of your cock against the bare skin of my lower back, still grinding and hard, but now dribbling a bit so it slides easily against my smooth skin. I cover your hands with my hands and guide them all over my body, showing you where I like to be pinched, tickled, scratched. I move your hand back between my legs and, with my hand guiding yours, run your deliciously textured fingers gently and slowly over my clit, eyes closed, concentrating, trying to memorize every last ridge, swirl and callus of your fingertips. Getting lost in your heartbeat and your breathing, nuzzling my face in your neck, smelling your smell, tasting your skin…

You’re still grinding yourself against my lower back, and I can feel your heartbeat there, too. I love feeling how you jump and twitch and glide against me, leaving a cool and slick trail of moisture while you push yourself, hot and hard, into my back. Biting my neck, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples… saying wonderfully dirty things in my ear so I feel your warm breath in my ear and my mind swims with delicious possibilities. I start to move your hand like it’s my hand faster over me, gently over my clit, but pushing your fingers hard inside me and raising my hips up to meet them from time to time to feel you deep inside me. I’ve gotten so wet by this point that both our hands are slick and I glide my fingertips over the tops of yours, enjoying the feel of my wetness on your knuckles and feeling the fuzz on the backs of your hands while I continue to move your hand just the way I like…

My vision starts to fade and all those deliciously devious things you’re whispering in my ear turn into one steady hiss and hum and a vivid, mental reel of you and I in past and future entanglements. I push your hand more firmly against me and grind myself into you with embarrassing desperation, turning my head into your chest and shoulder and armpit, wanting to crawl into your soul and hide, but also knowing I’m fully exposed to your eyes, your touch and your will.

My mouth is reaching for any taste, smell, nibble, lick until finally I clench your hand, immovable between my thighs and you feel my soul expand to envelop you while my body breaks into a million pieces and comes back together against your hand.

You pull my shaky body up and turn me to face you. I hug your chest with my legs so I can feel your warm, soft skin all the way from my inner thighs down to my ankles, your silky, soft fuzz against my tummy and chest. Your heart, my heart. Your breath, my breath, and slowly lower myself onto you… Wet, hot, slick, engorged and still pulsing with the beat of my heart.

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