The last time we had been together was weeks ago, not through choice, but life, work, illness and seemingly everything else had gotten in the way, that needed to end, we had decided, and it ended tonight. We started off calmly, making our way to bed, kissing, cuddling, then our hands went exploring and things quickly began to heat up. Our clothes, most of them at least, found themselves disregarded and cast aside, leaving me in very little and her in even less.
Her delicate red bra was quickly gotten rid of, leaving only her matching underwear as my hand started drifting, she needed relief and the responsibility, it seemed, was falling to my fingers. I slid my hand down from her perky breasts, along her chest and down past her hips, slowing down as I passed below her waist, torturing her a little. My digits were doing their work, bringing her closer and closer to climax, her pussy an oasis in the dry spell we were on our way to breaking. A few minutes passed and she was finished, her climax very successfully reached, another few minutes passed and we were going again, one climax turned into two, then three, before she turned to me and said.