Bu-bump. Lick.
…
Bu-bump. Lick.
…
I reached down and laced my fingers into her soft, soft hair and she chuckled softly against my leg.
Bu-bump. Lick.
Long, long slow minutes went by. She never stopped. We never moved. Stacey was plugging into something deep inside of me and she was right, it did take time.
Bu-bump. Lick.
There’s orgasms that come on in a rush. She’d done that to me already and I love it when they surprise you and make you gasp and you lose yourself for several moments. Then there’s the ones that come slowly, teasingly, inevitably. I like those too. What Stacey was doing was bringing on the second kind. The queen of the second kind, in fact.
When she slowly drew me into the first orgasm this way, I saw it coming, felt it coming, from a mile away. It wasn’t gigantic. There wasn’t any gasping or seizing or flailing. It was a tiny warm wave that rolled up my body. Like when I’d laid down in the sand at the edge of the water in the Caribbean and let the small sunlit waves roll up my toes and legs and belly. It was… peaceful. I just sighed and melted into the bed.
Stacey paused her licking after I came to wait for my heart to slow down to normal. And then she went back to doing it again. It was probably another half hour maybe? I don’t know. But the next orgasm was just like the one before. Warm. Soothing. Peaceful. Wonderful.
After I came that second time, Stacey stirred. She plucked the bottle of conditioner off the bed next to her and opened it. She dribbled some onto one of her tiny fingers.
“Umm… Stace, I’m not so sure that’s going to feel good inside me,” I whispered. I didn’t want to get irritated by the perfumes and chemicals in the stuff.
She smiled a little impishly. “It’s not going in your front door, sweetie.”
I shifted a little uncomfortably, realizing that she was seriously planning stick her finger up my backside. “Errr… I don’t think that’s really my thing.”
“Just try it a little? I won’t go crazy on you, I promise. I want to go right back to doing what we were doing before. Just with something a little extra. It’ll be even better.”
I thought about it. Well, if there was anybody I could trust not to hurt me it was Stacey. “‘Kay, just… just please be really, really…
“Careful? Of course.” Stacey was already settling herself between my legs again. Her one hand returned to its spot between my breasts. Her other hand, the one dripping with conditioner, slid beneath her chin but she didn’t touch me with it.
We started the same as before.
Bu-bump. Lick.
Bu-bump. Lick.
We kept this up for a long time again – long enough that I’d forgotten about her finger until I felt its tip just barely tap at my backdoor at the same time as her tongue flicked my clit.
Bu-bump. LickTap.
Bu-bump. LickTap.
This went on forever. She was pressing her finger against me so gently, with such tiny pushes, and for so long, that I never tensed up. I’m not even sure when it slid into my butt. It only kind of registered when her finger’s motion went from a soft tap to more of a gentle wriggle inside me.