6th May 2012
His touch was so gentle, so slow and delicate as he opened up the folds of my pussy. I found myself holding my breath as his fingers explored every inch of me, spreading me open before his gaze. Looking down my body I could see the intent look on his face as he examined me, his eyes never leaving my pussy as his fingers stroked and probed. Even after all this time together I suddenly felt myself growing shy of his look upon me. The daylight flooding in the room and lighting my body only served to increase my feeling of vulnerability.
For a brief moment I nearly pulled away but somehow he must have sensed my unease because suddenly I felt one of his hands on my lower belly, pressing down as if to hold me in place before dipping back between the smooth lips of my cunt, parting them wide and taking the throbbing bud of my clit between his thumb and finger and oh so slowly teasing and rubbing it causing my hips to arch off the bed as electric pulses of pleasure rushed through me.
All thoughts of shyness were gone now and I was pushing down onto his hands, desperate to feel his fingers inside me but he was not to be hurried and with agonising slow but deliberate movements he continued his steady exploration of me. I don’t think I have ever been touched so intimately or with such controlled slow deliberation before. It felt like everything was about my cunt, his sole focus was that place between my thighs and nothing else existed; gone was the room, the air, the sounds, my breathing, even my body, and all that was left was my cunt.
I remember his fingers finally pushing deep inside me and the slow firm rubbing of that tender spot high up on my vagina wall. I remember the feel of my warm juices as they leaked from within me and ran down over my thighs and arse, the throb and ache of my clit as he continued his slow deliberate massage of it. I remember the way I spread my legs as wide as I could, the feeling of fullness as he slowly he eased more fingers into me. I remember the way the muscles in my lower belly began to twitch and spasm as my orgasm started to build deep inside me. For a moment it felt like I was being wound up like a spring, coiled ever tighter and tighter, by his controlled movements when all my body seemed to want was more, deeper, harder, fuller, faster, tighter, stronger and then I remember the dip of his head, the warmth of his breath and finally the searing heat of his mouth on me.
And then the ecstasy.
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