I was wet and her fingers slipped between easily my labia, sliding along the length of my slit, making me groan into her kiss. She was exploring me, investigating every little crease and fold, spreading my own juices all the way from my clit to my perineum as she did so. I tried hard to lie still, but my hips were moving of their own accord, lifting and trying to thrust, wanting her fingers to do more, to do anything they wanted, and I still tried to enfold her in my arms even though I knew I couldn't. And then she found my clit.

She lifted her mouth from mine...