First I go nowhere her *****, just try to lap up all the fluid she is producing. So, so wet. It is impossible.

My favorite place in the universe: between this girl’s legs.

I hover, tease, blow, lap, lick, and suckle like a baby, and it’s driving her crazy. She writhes under me with amazing strength, making tiny muted moaning sounds deep in her throat. God, how I’d love to hear them set free; what I’d give to hear her cry out. Her breath is crazy, like a rough sea.

“Is it okay when I move around?” she asks, and I look up, surprised.

“Yes. I love it. It means I’m turning you on, right?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then I love it. Good for my fragile ego.”

She makes a dubious “humph” sound.

“I don’t know why you think I’m kidding.” Instead of elaborating I spread her open with my thumbs and flicker over her *****. She bucks up nearly hard enough to cut my lip, and I just chuckle and keep going.

I take her to the edge, to where she’s whimpering and hissing that she’s going to come. Then I stop, and kiss her some more.

“Let me lick your lips,” she whispers, and the intimacy of it is shocking and hot. I let her, and the flicker of her tongue over my open mouth makes me moan. Oh, god, I want her.

“That’s so hot.” I whisper.

“I know.”

“I’m so wet for you.”

“Yeah?” She grins.

I descend my crotch onto her thigh. I hump there shamelessly for a few thrusts, slicking her skin with my wetness, and I see her blush with pleasure. Adorable. She knows the effect she has on women, and the fact that this of all things makes her blush…just ***** adorable.

“Dar?”

“Yeah?” I whisper.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Oh. Okay, I’ll get you some water. Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Need to use the bathroom?”

“No.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll bring you some ice water, is that okay?”

“Please,” she says calmly, and I warm at the trust in her eyes.

I walk naked to the kitchen, feeling sopping messy wetness between my trembling legs all the while. I pour a tumbler full of filtered water and ice and when I return to the bedroom I see her stretched out on the sheet, eyes closed, moving gently, just flexing and stretching her muscles. Oh, god.