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Saturday, July 26

Valentina wasn’t kidding. It was definitely worth the wait. After putting away the groceries and taking a quick shower, Valentina pushes me onto the bed, her eyes dark with lust.

She holds up the dildo. “Ready?”

I swallow, my mouth dry. “Yes.”

She smiles, then leans down to kiss me. I kiss her back, my hands roaming over her body.

She breaks the kiss, then moves down, trailing her lips over my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. She sucks on my nipples, making me moan. She keeps going, kissing my stomach, my hips, my thighs. She spreads my legs open, exposing me to her gaze.

“You’re so wet,” she says, her voice husky. “So beautiful.”

I blush, but I don’t feel embarrassed. I feel desired, wanted. I reach down, running my fingers through her hair.

“How do we do this?”

“Slowly. We have time. We’ll do it without the toy first. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Slow has never been my best event.”

She kisses the inside of my knee. “That’s why I’m starting there.”

I nod, trusting her. She lowers her head, licking me gently. I gasp, my hips bucking. She holds me down, her hands on my thighs. She licks me again, harder this time. I cry out, the pleasure intense.

“Valentina,” I moan.

She doesn’t respond, just keeps licking, sucking, teasing. Her tongue slips between my lower lips, exploring me, tasting me. I’m so ready. She knows it too, and is relentless. It’s when she teases my clit that I explode, screaming her name. She licks me through it, prolonging the pleasure, making me see stars.

When I come down, she moves up and kisses me, slow and deep, and it gets me going all over again.

She smirks. “How was that?”

“Amazing,” I breathe. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Not yet. I haven’t used my fingers yet.”

I laugh. “Greedy. But okay. Whatever you want.”

She grins, then rubs her fingers against my pussy, coating them with my wetness. She slips one finger inside me, then another. I moan, feeling her fingers stretch me, fill me. She starts moving them, in and out, hitting the right spot.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I groan.

She adds a third finger, making me gasp. “Too much?”

I shake my head. “It’s just right. Fuck me, Valentina. Fuck me hard.”

She’s on her knees for better leverage and does as I ask, thrusting her fingers faster, deeper. I’m going to come again, I can feel it. She’s merciless driving me wild.

I need to feel it, I need to be fully connected with her. Even more than we are now.

I reach between her thighs, finding her dripping. I push two fingers inside her, making her cry out. We’re finger fucking each other, our bodies moving in sync, our breaths mingling. I’ve never felt this close to her, this connected. I love it.

“Valentina,” I moan. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” she pants, riding my hand. “Come with me, cariño.”

We do, together, our bodies convulsing, our voices blending. It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, the most intimate. We collapse onto the bed, our fingers still inside each other. We stay like that for a while, catching our breaths, enjoying the aftershocks.