I was still coming down from the orgasm we’d experienced together. Through the haze of confusion I felt I became aware of her hand softly exploring my skin. Her fingertips fluttered over my skin like butterfly wings, and drifted over my ribs and down my stomach.

Her fingers felt like they were traveling everywhere and her hands just couldn’t stay still. They went up my side and over my shoulder and along my neck. I couldn’t help it: I began to respond to her touches, the heat of my desire for her gave me an indescribable rush through my veins again.

“You know that I had sex with a lot of women over the past year,” she said softly, almost absent-mindedly, while her hands explored my body. “But it really was just sex, Harley. I didn’t feel right about kissing them, because I couldn’t pretend to enjoy doing it, or touching any of them like this …. But with you, I feel the excitement of your kiss on my lips radiate all the way through me. And I find that I can’t stop touching you right now.”

I managed to smile.

She kissed me softly, her hands continuing to wander around. “Obviously,” she continued wrily.

I was having trouble concentrating on her words. She was caressing my breasts and then my ribs and stomach in slow circles and each time she completed the circuit her hand seemed to creep just a bit lower.

“Your skin is so soft,” her voice began to drift off, and then, all of a sudden, her fingers brushed over the edge of the top of my mound. I caught my breath excitedly and she looked down at me with a wicked smile.

“Does this feel good?” She asked brushing her fingertips over the curve of my mound like she was finger-painting. I realized that she hadn’t actually penetrated me yet, even though she’d made me orgasm several times already. That was going to change shortly.

I felt her fingers slip down the valley where my lips met, stroking my soaking wet slit with a gentle but probing touch. I let out a soft groan of pleasure.

“Think you’re ready, baby,” she said quietly.

She crawled down my body until she settled between my legs. “But first, let me have a look at you.” For several minutes she just looked at my pussy without touching me. She blew a series of warm breaths at my wet entrance, which sent little lightning bolts of pleasure through me.