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I started with her face because that seemed like the right thing to do. I let my fingers caress her cheeks, her lips, walk up and down her nose. I’d never touched her like this before and it was a revelation.
I realized then that I had wanted to touch her like this for as long as I could remember. It was always there, in the back of my mind, but I’d pushed it so far aside, it had lurked behind the shadows, just waiting for me to be ready. I didn’t know if I was ready yet, but it was happening.
She swallowed hard as I touched her throat, pausing briefly to take her pulse. It fluttered like a hundred angry butterflies. I spent some more time on her fabulous tits, giving them the attention they deserved.
Emma had had started to squirm and grip the blankets.
“Something wrong?” I asked. I was enjoying this slow torture. I wanted to go even slower, to tease her as much as I possibly could, but I was also getting impatient.
I wanted to make her come so hard she would never forget it. At least twice. I wanted to make this the best night of her life because it was already mine. Seeing her like that would probably make me come, so it would benefit both of us in the end.
“No, I just . . . I need . . .”
“I know what you need,” I said. “But I’m not going to give it to you yet. I’m busy.” I circled her bellybutton and moved a little lower. Her entire body trembled.
I veered down to her legs and started caressing her calves.
“You are a terrible person, Callyn Jean.”
“Damn right, Emma Christine.” Any retort on her part was lost as her legs twitched and scissored against the bed.
“I’m getting there, my goodness. You’re more impatient than I am.” I made a note of that.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I haven’t come in so long, Callyn.” Fuck me, that was both the saddest and the hottest thing she’d ever said.
“Tell me about it. Tell me about the last time you came. Did you use your hand?” I wanted to know. I needed to know every single detail.
“Yes. I used my hand with some lube. It’s too much friction otherwise.” Her eyes shuttered closed as I brushed my hand up and down her thigh, getting closer and closer to where she wanted me with each pass.
“What did you think about when you touched yourself?”
It took her what felt like a year to answer.
“You. I thought about you.”
My hand stalled. That was the last thing I was expecting her to say. I’d expected maybe the name of a celebrity or perhaps a fetish that I didn’t know about, but not that. Notme.
“Me?” I questioned. I needed her to say it again.
Her eyes seared into me and she took my hand and squeezed it before placing it where she wanted me.
“You,” she said, pressing my hand down and letting her eyes flutter closed. “Always you.”
My hand was sandwiched between hers and her . . . well. I didn’t want to say vulva. That felt too clinical and weird. Junk didn’t seem romantic. Mound was just strange and made me think of mountains or something.
Emma’s fingers clenched and she pushed herself into my hand and moaned so loud I forgot about what to call the area and got to work touching it. I rubbed her gently, realizing too late that my hand was a little dry. I removed it and she popped her eyes open and made a sound of protest until she saw me slowly licking my hand before touching her again.
“That was hot,” she said, and then her eyes jerked closed again as I stroked her up and down, moving to explore new territory. I fingered her entrance, noticing at how smooth and slightly damp she was. I hoped that was due in part to me. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to make her come so hard she wondered if she was going to survive it.
I also wanted to do something else and I went with it. I stuck my index finger in my mouth to make sure it was wet enough and then slid it inside her. She arched up and moaned so loud that I thought the neighbors could hear her. Hell yeah, I wanted them to hear. I wanted everyone to hear what I was doing to her.
“Callynnnnnn,” she breathed, and it was the sweetest sound in the entire world. I didn’t have much experience finger-fucking someone else but I did it a lot to myself, so I tried to flip things around and do what I liked, just on her. It took some finagling, but I finally got the hang of it and found what made her squirm and moan and beg.
“Look at me,” I said, withdrawing my finger slowly. Her eyes opened and her thighs jerked as I held up my finger, wet from her, and licked it. She tasted like salt and sweetness and I swear I could taste a hint of orange on the back of my tongue.
“Fuck,” she said, “how are you so sexy?” I almost laughed because I didn’t think of myself as sexy. I’d tried, and I always came off as awkward or trying too hard. Things were different with Emma, though.
“Mmm, you’re the sexy one, Em. Always have been, always will be.” She started to protest, but it turned into a gasp when I dove between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her legs clamped on my head so hard I thought she might have crushed all the cartilage in my ears. Small price to pay.
