Your fingers start off in my hair behind my head as you guide my naked body onto the bed, crouched beside me, but not touching me. I close my eyes as they moved to the front of my face, across my temple, tracing my jawline. Your thumb lingers to massage my lips and I give it a suck.
You pull it away and continue sliding your fingers down my neck, softly, with just enough pressure so it didn’t tickle, but light enough to cause me to catch my breath. On to my collarbone, now, following the incline of my breast to the summit. You use your whole hand now to fondle one breast, then the other, lingering there to gently pinch each nipple before continuing on.
Down the underside of my breast to my taught stomach, fingers dancing over my skin, feeling my titillated breathing as I anticipate the path of your digits. You trace a ring around my navel, then head south, over the slight pouch housing my womb and into the soft hair of my mound. You send one finger in to glance my clit, causing me to gasp, but to my dismay, your hand moves on.
Still, I’m not unaroused as you slide down the inside of my thigh, down over my knee. Two hands now, and more firmly, massaging the muscles of my calf and foot, relieving them of a hard day’s work. The other leg is treated now, and I close my eyes in relaxation. But before long, those fingers resume their journey, back up my other leg, one hand ending up on the inside of my thigh, thumb teasing my dripping slit, the other sliding behind to my buttocks, gripping it strongly with fingers lingering between the cheeks.
One little adjustment and your thumb pokes through into my wetness, causing me to whimper. It strokes from my clit down, spreading my juices. The hand on my behind comes back up front, two fingers gently but firmly circling my clit. The thumb in my pussy retreats for a longer, more satisfying finger, then two, then three, sliding in and out at a slow, steady pace.
Now the fingers on my clit are replace by your tongue, licking firmly and gently sucking the bundle of nerves, making me moan. The fingers stroking in and out of my pussy curl up to massage that spot that causes me to moan even louder every time they pass. The fingers that had been pleasuring my clit now slide down under me, steal some wetness from my pussy, and massage it into my other hole. With your tongue working my clit, and one hand fucking my pussy, I am in no position to protest as a finger slides into my ass. You time your thrusts together as I whimper, moan, and squirm, feeling the flood building.
The thing that breaks the dam is a second finger stretching my ass. All the tension releases inside me with a cry, the muscles of my pussy and ass squeezing your fingers. I grab your hair and push your face into me, hoping to get the most out of the orgasm.
Slowly, it subsides, and you slide your fingers out of me, sliding your body back up next to mine. Your lips, wet with my juices, are at my ear. “My turn,” they say, and I am happy to oblige.
I start with my fingers in your hair.
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