I let myself fall into her guidance.
She circles, caressing with my hand and a soft touch over her labia.
I didn’t know what to expect, when it would finally happen, but what I feel right now is beyond everything I ever imagined.
She puts two of her fingers on my pointer and ring finger and draws circles around her clit with light pressure.
A soft moan escapes her.
She enjoys it.
She rolls her hips against my touch, her other hand not letting go of my face.
I gaze into her eyes, mesmerized. Her eyes, sparkling from the bathroom light falling onto us.
“Enter me,” she says and guides my two fingers to her entrance. “Slowly.”
I do as told, watching her every reaction.
I slide into her, as slowly as I can. She closes her eyes and throws her head back, with deep breaths, baring her throat and a once-in-a-lifetime view.
Never have I seen anything more arousing—and never have I felt anything more heated than sliding my fingers into her.
My core burns as my fingers dive into her wet heat.
I move my fingers slowly out and in again, followed by her moans.
She rolls her hips in perfect symbiosis with my movements.
Suddenly, small waves clench around my fingers.
Followed by a louder moan and a shiver on her end.
From somewhere outside, a rattling noise trails into my ears, but I don’t care about anything but her.
I slide my fingers out, and she brings her head back up. A grin on her face.
I made her come.
I made a woman come.
My mind is about to turn on with the realization, but she takes my hand, brings it up to her mouth, and licks the juices of my fingers.
My mouth drops open.
I have no more words.
The way she trails around my fingers with her tongue.
The way she sucks them.
The way she looks at me.
And just when I thought there was nothing else that could make any of this better, she sinks to her knees.
Her hands glide down my upper body to my pants, and she opens the button. They rush to the floor as she kisses her way from my abdomen, my hips, my thighs, to my pubic without breaking the gaze into my eyes.
“Sit,” she says, pushing me back with one hand onto the desk with the TV on; the other holds me.
