He wrapped his fingers in the waistband of her panties, his heart racing as he felt her lift herself off the bed. There was a delicious moment of resistance as he gently pulled - his favourite moment - then they slid over her bum and down her thighs. What had been a hint of her scent now filled the darkness as her legs parted; his senses jumped with it, alive as never before.
His hand trailed up her inner thigh. Have I ever felt silk as soft? he thought. He pressed his cheek close to hers as he cupped her sex in his hand. The heat from her face, from between her legs, was intoxicating. The purpose in him was frightening and exciting. She quickly kissed his cheek, his lips, gently tugging at them. He could feel her encouragement.
His face lifted away as he ran his middle finger along her labia. Thoughts shouted at him from all directions as he felt the soft hair near them. The lips were dry, and that scared him.
"It's all about the moisture," some starlet said, her voice full of knowledge.
"Then I licked my finger..." Jake's voice now, his older brother.
He quickly brought his finger back to his mouth, drowning it in saliva, her scent filling his head. When her labia parted slightly under his moist finger, goofy-grin relief splashed out from his stomach. Then his finger entered her vagina and he was lost in the swell. His shock was complete. The heat! The wetness! It was like the warmest mouth had enveloped his finger; it was impossibly warm, more like testing a steaming bath. The closeness was so unexpected, not just like lips, but the softest tongue too.
Her sigh pressed on his chest; he felt lightheaded with this new power and he was painfully hard. With the helpful voices in his head, his finger slowly carried the moisture up her vulva. Her breathing deepened. He didn't strain to hear it; it was like they were floating in a bath, their breath like wind rushing through a cavern.
Suddenly, he felt her leg twitch and stopped his upward movement. Her breath hiccuped as he moved his pad in a circle around the spot.
"She knows her body best," another knowledgeable woman sang.
"The moisture..." the starlet reminded him.
He entered her once more and made a trail back up, occasionally remembering to breathe in his excitement. Her breathing had taken on a new quality now, like she was taking in gas before a surgery: deep, and through her mouth; he sensed her floating away on gentle ripples.
She closed her thighs with a soft slap, pressing around his hand. Her whole vulva was wet now, and exhilaration threatened to sweep him away. This was his doing! This beautiful girl was naked on his bed, and he was really exciting her! Her body couldn't lie!
In his mind, he jumped the line of men. You have a few inches on me? So what? You'd think it was a tenderizer, the way you pound! You've slept with dozens of women? How many of them have been this excited?
She raised her hips slightly against his pressure, and it was so hard for him not to speed up. God, I'd want her fist flying up and down my shaft by now, he thought. His cock was standing off his stomach in his shorts. There was liquid pleasure right in the tip of him now, and he felt like he could seed a new generation with it. There must be enough for a world of wombs! he thought.
Her moan snapped him back. It came from so far away, building with her tension. The muscles in his finger burned as they fought to apply rhythmic pressure between her clenched thighs. The sharp shout that followed scared him to stillness: it was like someone had startled her. Indeed, she seemed startled. After a moment, he realized he'd stopped and applied the pressure again. Immediately, her whole body jolted and a smaller shout escaped.
"O.K.," she breathed, as her hands came down to cover his.
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