“Come on back up here. We don’t need your mouth for this.”
I frowned – I had been kinda looking forward to that part – and it showed.
“Don’t worry,” she grinned, “we’ll get there I promise. But for this to work, I need you to touch me a little. Make me come first to sort of get me going. You won’t have to do much this time. Finally getting into your little smooth box has me seriously purring already.”
I nodded and licked my fingers then dipped them down along her belly and through the soft fur of her mound. I traced her lips and slid two fingers between them to toy at her entrance. She wasn’t kidding. My little Berry was dripping juice. I circled her opening a few times and drew my fingers back up to find her clit. She really really wasn’t kidding. Her button was swollen and sticking out past her little hood. She shivered when I rubbed it from side to side a few times.
“Oooh, perfect,” she sighed and her eyes closed.
“Just like that?” I continued to brush her button right and left gently.
“Just like that.”
“Cool, now do I get some boobies?”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Absolutely.” Then she moved her arms out of the way and I happily pushed my face to her chest. I pressed my tongue into the nipple of her closer breast and circled it slowly. It caught at the little dent where her nipple puckered inwards. On instinct, I centered the tip of my tongue on that dent and wormed gently downward. I felt the flesh of her firm breast compress under my drilling.
“Uh huh,” Stacey cooed and her hips wiggled involuntarily. “Keep doing that… both thats… and you’ll make me come.”
It was my turn to chuckle. I craned my neck and switched breasts – repeating the treatment there again. Then I switched back. The entire time I was flicking her clit from side to side. Then Stacey groaned into the damp hair at the top of my head and climaxed. She pushed her chest into my face and she slipped a hand behind the back of my neck to pull me even tighter into her breast.
As she came back down, I slid away from her nipple and kissed around her breasts tenderly. I sucked, licked and nibbled all over the perfect, pale skin of her boobs. Okay, that was a little more for me than for her but at that point she didn’t seem to mind.
She kissed the top of my head. “Okay, I’m all warmed up now. Go inside me a little.”
I nodded and put a finger to her opening. She cooed as I eased it into her. She was hot and swollen and slick.
“Curl your finger up now. But be super careful. No nails. That would be bad.”
I felt the smooth, warm walls of her insides against the pad of my fingertip.
“Go left a little?”
I moved my finger.
“No, my left, honey,” she giggled.
“Errr… sorry.” Did she really find this sexy? I mean, it felt kind of like I was her gynecologist. I got my answer when fingertip slipped across a rougher spongier spot.
“Whoa, right there,” she gasped.
“That knot right there?” It didn’t feel like anything special to me.
“Exactly.”
“Now what?
“Just push on it gently and rub it until my arms and legs fly off.”