A shudder coursed through me, the two points of ecstasy ricocheting against each other in my body. I opened my legs, desperately hoping she would touch me there. The tips of her fingers slipped under the leg of the pair of loose shorts I was wearing, finding the crease my leg made with my body.
My eyes shot open and I gasped. Mitch immediately pulled away. “Cindy?”
“No, it’s just… intense.” I looked her in the eyes, those perfect, beautiful blue eyes. “But I don’t want you to stop.” My voice dropped to a desperate whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
That little grin spread back over Mitch’s face as she pulled her hand away for a second, just long enough to move it around to the front, and she began rubbing my pussy through the soft material. My eyes closed, and I moaned into the night as the most exquisite feeling I’d ever experienced rolled through me.
I’d wondered many times if I’d chicken out when we actually started doing this, assuming I ever got the nerve to start. That had been a needless worry. I’d literally crawl across hot coals to keep feeling like this. The thrill of being touched, held close, laid down and loved on, it was all new.
My hips undulated against Mitch’s hand, and I felt myself being carried higher and higher. Just as I was about to ask for more, or harder, or something, Mitch pulled her hand up and rested it against the flat of my tummy, her fingers playing with the waistband of my shorts for a second before sliding underneath.
Mitch’s eyes searched mine for permission, and I nodded hastily, desperate to feel her touch me. I thought she would stay above my panties, but Mitch was too impatient for that. God bless her.
Her fingers slid under my shorts and my cotton panties below them, two diving directly into my soaked sex. I cried out, my back arching as she began to caress my clit. I turned and buried my face in Mitch’s shoulder, clinging to her as they glided up and down my most intimate places.
The pace slowed. Mitch obviously wanted this to last, and her voice was soft in my ear.
“You’re so wet.”
I looked up at her. She was grinning ear to ear, and I returned her smile. We both knew what it meant. I wasn’t broken. There’d never been anything wrong with me. I’d just been with the wrong person. And now I was with the right person, and my body was responding just like it was supposed to. I should have been with Mitch all along.
The realization of that made a tear leak free from my eye.
“Oh, baby.” Mitch pulled me close and kissed me as her fingers began to move faster over my sex, and I just dissolved into her, moaning and gasping into her mouth until the spring coiling in my body finally snapped, and I began to buck and pulse as my orgasm claimed me.
It wasn’t my first, of course. I’d managed to give myself a few before. But I’d been taught masturbation was wrong, and the guys I’d made myself think about the infrequent times I done it hadn’t helped matters. I’d never come even close with anyone else.
But this, this had been beyond amazing. I had no concept it could feel so good. And as Mitch kissed me I knew I wanted more, and I wanted them with her.
She gently nuzzled my hair. “Did you like it?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak quite yet.
“I loved doing it for you.”
“I… I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“That was just the beginning.” The husk in Michelle’s words made me shiver, and my response came out as a girlish whisper.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” She ran her hand through my hair, her eyes inches away from mine. God, I couldn’t breathe. “I wanna taste you.” She lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed. God, I loved the kissing, and the touching, she was so gentle. I just nodded, the thought that this was going to get better making me tremble inside.
I lay back, and Mitch’s mouth moved over my chin and down my neck. She spent some time worshipping my breasts, which felt as amazing as before, but there was something in the way she shifted her body that told me she wasn’t going to stop there. Her mouth moved lower, over my tummy. I was breathing heavily and my heart was racing just in anticipation.
When her mouth moved below my belly button her hand gripped the sides of my shorts. I guess this was it, the point of no return. Oh, goodness, who am I kidding. That’d already come, or maybe it was still coming. In either case, I just lifted my hips, and Mitch peeled off both my shorts and panties in one fluid movement.
I gasped as the cool air came in contact with the heat of my pussy, then moaned as Mitch ran a finger through my dripping folds.
“God, Cindy, you’re so beautiful.”
“Mitch, please.”
I thought she was going to tease me more, and I wasn’t sure if I could take it, but instead she just wrapped her arms round my thighs and lowered her mouth to my sex. Nothing in my life had prepared me for the intensity of this single sensation, and I almost screamed into the evening as I pushed against her mouth. Her tongue slipped inside me and swirled around for a second before moving slowly up through my cleft. It surrounded my clit just before her lips pulled it into her mouth, sucking steadily for a few moments before letting it pop free.
She alternated between the flat of her tongue and her soft lips, caressing up and down, sucking on my labia, flicking my nub, generally driving me insane. Nothing had ever felt so good, so intimate, and I surrendered myself to my lover on a deep, primal level.
She was everywhere, but each time she came back to my little pearl she spent more time there, and after a bit it was the center of her attention, for which I was eternally grateful. I was soaring into the heavens. I grabbed my breast, squeezing and pinching, while my other hand reached down for Mitch. Her hand somehow found mine and our fingers intertwined. She sucked my clit into her mouth, and my body detonated in orgasm.
I cried out in one long tone, the volume rising and falling with each blissful pulse of joy. I collapsed back into our mattress, breathing heavily as my now super sensitive clit popped free from Mitch’s mouth. She ran her fingers over my sex, me jerking with each aftershock.
“Oh, wow, Mitch, that, I, oh, ooh!”
My lover’s fingers circled my vagina for a moment before dipping inside, and an entirely new source of ecstasy began to flow through me. First one, then a second, curling up and caressing my front wall as her other hand feathered over my clit, rolling it between my swollen outer labia.
I could feel my muscles clenching down around her digits, my eyes fluttering closed as my body tensed to orgasm again.
“Oh, Mitch, so good, so… ooh, don’t stop, please, Please!”
And I came again, writhing around on the bed as the rolling waves of pleasure claimed me. Her fingers never stopped as I tried to rip them off with the intensity of my contractions, but when I calmed she did replace the ones playing with my nub with her lips and tongue, which, let’s face it, is just better.
The combination of sensations was immediately overwhelming, particularly given the already over-stimulated state of my body, and I shot back into orgasmic insensibility only a few moments later.
When I floated back down Mitch’s fingers slipped out of me, and her kisses were gentle and soft, all around, but not in, my sex. She kissed my outer lips, nuzzled in the soft blonde hair on my mons, tickling up my inner thigh. It was exquisite, and she slowly worked her way back to my cleft, but even once she did she was almost feather soft in her kisses and licks.
The others had come so quickly, but obviously she wanted this one to last. I was so okay with that plan, and I just let myself sink into both the mattress and the feelings coursing through my body. I just floated along as she pleasured me, saying her name, cooing and moaning, it was luxurious and wonderful and beyond sensual, and when Mitch finally tipped me over the edge and my orgasm filled me, I let it just carry me away into heaven.
When I finally came back to myself, Mitch was kissing her way back up my body. I needed her to be kissing me, so I reached down and pulled her up so she could. I hadn’t given a thought to the fact I’d be able to taste myself on her lips, but by the time I realized what that odd tang was I was feeling so good I didn’t care. It didn’t really taste bad though, certainly nothing that was going to get me to stop.
Our tongues danced and swirled, and I reveled in the weight of her on top of me as my hands traced over the bare skin of her back. Eventually our kiss ended, and she rested her forehead against mine.
“Good?”
“Oh, Sweetheart, so good.” I gave her another little peck.
“I’ve wanted to do that for you for so long.”
I grinned at her. “I’m sorry I made you wait. Like really sorry.” Mitch’s eyes glinted with mischief and we spent a few more lovely moments just kissing before I asked the only salient question. It was the one I’d been wondering about since I’d decided to try to do this. “Is it my turn now?”
“Cindy, you don’t have to.”
And finally reality dawned on me. Regardless of anything else, there was one simple truth. “I know, but I want to.”
Mitch looked worried. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I looked into her lovely eyes, the ones shining with concern and love. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d just done for me. Not out of obligation, not to prove anything, to myself or her, but just because I loved her. I let some serious minx drip into my voice. “I’m very sure.”
She returned my grin. “Okay then.” Somehow we managed to get flipped over on that little Twin XL we shared every night, and I was on top of her, doing what she’d done to me, slowly kissing my way down over her body. Her skin tasted wonderful, and eventually I managed to pull myself away from her breasts and work my way down over her firm stomach.