My hand slid down her tummy and finally, I felt the soft pubic hair at my fingertips. I cupped my hand and applied some pressure against the hot mound of her sex. Her other arm reached around me, grasping at my back. She held me there, moaning with pleasure from my attention.

Her lips already were moist with anticipation. They parted for my fingertips with ease. I could feel from her the same hunger that was burning in me. My fingers slid inside of her. I listened with pride to her powerful gasp as she held me and I moved my tongue across her nipple. The rhythm came so naturally...