I love the feeling as he runs his fingers up the insides of my thighs. Teasing me; never quite touching the lips of my cunt, always pulling away at the very last instant. The teasing is a delicious form of torture; I want him to touch me there; to feel my warmth, my wetness. I want to feel his fingers inside me, pumping in and out and twisting around.
The approach…
The retreat…
Each time it drives me crazy. Each time it makes me that little bit more hungry, more desperate for that most intimate of touches. Each time I think he can’t possibly tease me any more, but he does.
And then I gasp, and quiver, as a finger brushes lightly against my folds. My legs part a little more, allowing him more access should he require it.
A little more pressure, a slightly firmer touch; my lower lips part and my juices flow. My clit pulses as he presses his thumb to it and then, oh… oh! That moment when he slowly inserts the tip of his finger.
In he pushes, deeper and deeper. He pulls right back and I feel a second join it, stretching me as they work their way in. My cunt grips them tight as they begin to pump in and out. I squeeze my nipples as his fingers work their magic on my cunt.
What’s this? A third? I try to relax as he works another digit inside me. His thick, strong fingers open me up wide as he pushes them deep inside me.
He pushes in harder, he pushes in deeper; I tug hard on my nipples as he fucks me with his fingers.
And now a fourth squeezes inside me. Only his thumb remains outside to tease my clit.
Harder… Deeper… Rougher… It feels so good.
My orgasm builds with in me. My cunt spasms around his fingers. My cunt throbs under his thumb.
My back arches. I throw my head back and moan as the sensations consume me, claim me, hold me.
Again… Again… How much more can my poor cunt take?
And then he is gone. He touches his fingers to my lips, and I taste myself on his fingers.
Chloë