Inside Emily

She lies on her back, her hands over her head and pinned under the bed head. Her head is turned to one side and her eyes are closed. 

As I look down her body, I see her neck and chest stained red with arousal, her boobs firm with erect nipples that simply beg to be sucked….touched…pinched. Her flat tummy provides ample room for kissing, dabbing with the very tip of my tongue, and then her belly button. I know this is one of her erogenous zones and tonguing it makes her knees clamp together….or they would were I not kneeling between them. 

Her mound, pure bereft of hair now, the skin there slightly paler than anywhere else, seems to direct my gaze to her sex. I have yet to touch it, or kiss it, but it is already glistening with moisture. I place both my hands on her thighs and press slightly. I know she enjoys the feeling of being trapped like this. Gently I spread her legs wider….wider still….slowly the movement causes her vaginal lips to separate, opening as if to receive a French kiss. 

Her clitoris is visibly pulsing. I know how exposed she feels, how vulnerable. I run the back of my middle finger right hand down her right labia. She breathes in sharply at the touch, and tries to move over so that my finger will plow the moist furrow, but not yet, no, not yet. I repeat the touch on the other side, allowing my finger to come perilously close to her clit before moving down over the hairless labia. 

Of course, from where I am, I can smell her. Her musk is heady, filled with desire, and it takes a Supreme effort of will not to dive between her legs and suck it into my mouth. I could, you know. I could bury my face in her wetness and tongue fuck her until she cums into my open mouth…and it wouldn’t take long, either. 

Instead, I use both hands and fully separate her labia. I can see her anatomy so clearly now….the softly pulsating clit, her urethra, and below that, her opening….her vagina….her quim….her cunt….call it what you will. She is so aroused that I can see it open a little, and wetness trickles from it to run down over her perineum down her bum crack and, I know, onto the sheet. As I gaze at her hole, I feel a stab of sadness that men won’t get to experience what I am about to experience, namely the sacred joy of entering her. 

I lean forward. Just that. I lean forward. I know she can feel my breathing on her clit and she tried to raise her hips towards me to force the kiss…the lick…the suck…but no, not today. Every fibre of me wants her clit between my lips. Instead, I take a deep breath and I blow a stream of air right onto her erect sex bean. She arches her back and moans, and for a second I fear I may have overdone it and made her cum, but it’s a false alarm. So I risk doing it again. It’s probably my imagination, but I fancy her clit is growing, reaching up to try to touch me, since I won’t touch it. 

I kneel back on my heels, both hands on the inside of her bent knees. For a moment, I actually consider just walking away. I can see a damp stain on the sheet, and liquid is flowing freely from her now. I could, you know. I could just leave her here, and I could forbid her to masturbate too….I have done these things before, as she has done them to me. “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive the trespasses of others.”

Instead, I reach between my legs with my right hand and I push two fingers inside myself. Emily isn’t the only one here who is pouring wetness. Once I feel it run onto my palm, I know I’m ready. I remove the two fingers and examine them. They are covered in glistening girl cum - wet, slippery, and perfect for what I have in mind. 

I place the very tip of my finger on her entrance, and then, barely allowing myself to breathe, I push….slowly…oh, so slowly. The tip of my middle finger disappears from my sight, and then the index finger. Slowly, achingly slowly. I feel her pubic bone, but this time from within. The first two ridges of the inside of her vagina give way to a rougher area - her g-spot. Externally, my fingers widen her. I decide to add a third finger, and who knows, maybe even a fourth? Perhaps I’ll go the whole way and slip my thumb across into my palm and fist her. 

My fingers are halfway inside her now and she is almost panting with desire. She knows the rules. No movement of her pelvis. That isn’t allowed. Three-quarters in now, and decision time. Should I fist her? No…not this time. She has waited long enough. I lift my thumb and aim it at her clit. I watch as the distance between the tip of my thumb and her clit decreases millimetre by painfully slow millimetre until finally…..

….it touches and Emily explodes into orgasm. I feel her cunt gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing its steady, pulsating rhythm communicating her orgasm to me. When I feel the slightest variation in the rhythm, I tense and relax my fingers. It’s enough to prolong her orgasm, and I can ‘play’ her like this for almost two minutes. What I’m really doing is mimicking how an ejaculating cock feels like inside me. 

Wetness floods my palm. Emily has squirted…is…squirting into my hand. I quickly shuffle down so I can drink this benediction of her love from my palm. 

Meanwhile, Emily has abandoned herself to her orgasm. Nothing exists in her world now except the feelings coursing through her body. She abandons herself to tossing her head from side to side, her mouth, filled with profanities, fires them out into the room. She is so far gone, they aren’t even coherent sentences “‘Fuck…….fu……cunt…..fuck me…….” 

As I feel the contractions fade, I slowly ease my fingers from her body. My entire hand is soaked, and there is a large stain on the sheet. The air in the room is filled with the scent of her sex…and mine too, for where I have been kneeling is another wet patch on the sheet. As Emily came on my fingers, so I, in pre-orgasmic tension have been creaming myself freely. 

I look at my right hand….slick…glistening and covered in my lover’s wetness. I push it between my legs and deep inside myself. This time, my thumb finds my clit and it takes mere seconds for me to climax. As I do, I kneel up and thrust my hips towards her. The dynamics seem to come into alignment of their own volition, and I feel myself squirting freely. I pull my hand away, lean fully back as far as I can go and, even though it hurts my knees and ankles, I force myself to squirt onto Emily’s cunt and her tummy. 

A perfect end to two perfect orgasms.