nudes-des-artiste in topic Fingering
We lay on the bed facing each other and continued kissing. I resisted the urge to fondle her, opting instead to respect her wishes and let her run her hands all over my body.
After urging me onto my back, she came close to touching my pussy many times, but she avoided it altogether. It wasn’t long before my needy pussy was begging to be touched, my clit throbbing, but I didn’t say anything. I wanted to let her have her fun and do things in her own time. I had accepted the role of just being there for her to do with as she pleased. My turn would come soon enough.
I loved the way she moved her hands and lips over me. It was indescribably different than my limited experiences with men, who were always too anxious to get down to serious business. And it was tender. There was nothing rough about her touches. Even when she licked and sucked my nipples, she did it very tenderly.
Finally, she whispered to me, “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes now.”
When I’d followed her instructions, she moved her hand between my legs. I spread them wider for her. Still tenderly, she began running her fingers over my lips, but she avoided my needy clit. All the while, she was staring at my eyes. She seemed to be watching me for any reaction her touches might cause.
When she finally slid her finger between my lips, she smiled and whispered, “You’re very wet.”
I didn’t answer. I only smiled at her, but I thought to myself, “Wet is an understatement.” I was gushing.
And then she surprised me by cooing, “I’m going to love tasting your wonderful juices. Now that I know how sweet it is, I want to have my mouth on you when you cum. I want to feel your slick cum on my tongue.”
Shit, I almost came just from hearing her say that. She must have noticed, because she grinned and said, “Oh, you like hearing what I’m going to do to you and how much I’m going to enjoy it, don’t you?”
“Yes” I said in a raspy voice.
So she continued in a sexy voice, “Earlier, when I was going down on you, I didn’t want to stop.” She slid one finger into me easily and then withdrew it and let me watch her lick my juices from it. “I love your pussy and the taste of your juice. I never thought I would, but I do. I thought it would be like a chore—like it was just something I needed to do, but that wasn’t the case at all. I really, really, really loved doing it.”
I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her passionately. I could taste my juice on her tongue, and I loved it. While we were kissing, she eased two fingers into me and began gently massaging my G Spot. No man had ever done that, and it drove me absolutely wild.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
I could only nod, but that didn’t satisfy her, “Tell me. Tell me how much you like it.” She ordered.
“I … love that. It feels wonderful.” I managed to force out in a raspy, strained voice.
“Good girl. I’m going to try to figure out how to do that while I’m sucking on your clit and licking it. Would you like that?”
“Yes. God yes!” I almost shouted. And then I felt my orgasm building to the point of exploding. “I’m … close.”
“It’s okay, Jan. You can cum. I want you to cum for me. I want your pussy to be full of cum when I stick my tongue inside you. I want to taste your slick cum.”
That did it. My body stiffened and then I felt the warm flood of my orgasm ripple over my body.
“That’s a good girl.” Susan cooed. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t rush it. Just relax and let it happen.”
Even after Susan removed her fingers, it took me a couple of minutes to get myself back under control...
Extracted from Gina B 33′s story “How Far Will You Go?” on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #fingering #nicetits #littlecaprice
After urging me onto my back, she came close to touching my pussy many times, but she avoided it altogether. It wasn’t long before my needy pussy was begging to be touched, my clit throbbing, but I didn’t say anything. I wanted to let her have her fun and do things in her own time. I had accepted the role of just being there for her to do with as she pleased. My turn would come soon enough.
I loved the way she moved her hands and lips over me. It was indescribably different than my limited experiences with men, who were always too anxious to get down to serious business. And it was tender. There was nothing rough about her touches. Even when she licked and sucked my nipples, she did it very tenderly.
Finally, she whispered to me, “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes now.”
When I’d followed her instructions, she moved her hand between my legs. I spread them wider for her. Still tenderly, she began running her fingers over my lips, but she avoided my needy clit. All the while, she was staring at my eyes. She seemed to be watching me for any reaction her touches might cause.
When she finally slid her finger between my lips, she smiled and whispered, “You’re very wet.”
I didn’t answer. I only smiled at her, but I thought to myself, “Wet is an understatement.” I was gushing.
And then she surprised me by cooing, “I’m going to love tasting your wonderful juices. Now that I know how sweet it is, I want to have my mouth on you when you cum. I want to feel your slick cum on my tongue.”
Shit, I almost came just from hearing her say that. She must have noticed, because she grinned and said, “Oh, you like hearing what I’m going to do to you and how much I’m going to enjoy it, don’t you?”
“Yes” I said in a raspy voice.
So she continued in a sexy voice, “Earlier, when I was going down on you, I didn’t want to stop.” She slid one finger into me easily and then withdrew it and let me watch her lick my juices from it. “I love your pussy and the taste of your juice. I never thought I would, but I do. I thought it would be like a chore—like it was just something I needed to do, but that wasn’t the case at all. I really, really, really loved doing it.”
I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her passionately. I could taste my juice on her tongue, and I loved it. While we were kissing, she eased two fingers into me and began gently massaging my G Spot. No man had ever done that, and it drove me absolutely wild.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
I could only nod, but that didn’t satisfy her, “Tell me. Tell me how much you like it.” She ordered.
“I … love that. It feels wonderful.” I managed to force out in a raspy, strained voice.
“Good girl. I’m going to try to figure out how to do that while I’m sucking on your clit and licking it. Would you like that?”
“Yes. God yes!” I almost shouted. And then I felt my orgasm building to the point of exploding. “I’m … close.”
“It’s okay, Jan. You can cum. I want you to cum for me. I want your pussy to be full of cum when I stick my tongue inside you. I want to taste your slick cum.”
That did it. My body stiffened and then I felt the warm flood of my orgasm ripple over my body.
“That’s a good girl.” Susan cooed. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t rush it. Just relax and let it happen.”
Even after Susan removed her fingers, it took me a couple of minutes to get myself back under control...
Extracted from Gina B 33′s story “How Far Will You Go?” on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #fingering #nicetits #littlecaprice
