The lips steadily moving lower caused Stacey to angle her hips upward. A chin grazing her ***** found her lips parting in a low groan of pleasure. “There, baby. There!”

“Here?” Whit’s voice had been slightly muffled by the fact that she was completely submerged under the cool sheets, her voice softer, and Whits mouth which was suddenly desiring to drink of the juices she saw lightly glistening over soft folds. 

“Yes,” Stacey found herself saying more in encouragement to the mouth softly kissing over her sensitive mound with the same gentleness and slow ease that it freely demonstrated against her own mouth only moments before.

As the sound of Whit moaning against her filled her senses, Stacey suddenly became overwhelmed by a desire to see her lover, knowing how much pleasure her wife derived in the opportunity of pleasing her lover.  She knew that to Whit the act of making love could almost be more intimate than being made love to.  She wanted to see her this way, to see their passions merging together.

Whit saw the sheet was forcibly pulled away revealing her actions to her wife’s waiting eyes. She knew that just as Staceys eyes fixed on what she was doing, the two sensations of both touch and sight were joining together. Her fingertips had only started to apply pressure to those moistened inner lips, parting them to expose silky recesses. Unable to wait any longer, she slid her tongue over the length of that satiny skin, feeling the shudder traveling through Stacey passing through the very tip of her tongue and into her own body. Whit could not feel her body responding or her own juices flowing down her legs,  but knew from the sensations she felt in her stomach that it had to be there.

Stacey inhaled sharply biting her lower lip. ***** was heavy in the air making it oh so very sufficiently agreeable in flavor to be tasted.  Her hand tightened its hold on her lover’s head. The seductive pinching and subtle pulling at her nipple caused her to moan and then bring those busy fingers to her lips.

Again, the scents of arousal merging in the air touched her senses. She could almost taste her wife arousal in the air. A sudden wish that Whit’s juices had been on the fingers now resting against her lips caused a shudder to pass through her.