Seeing her climb

Sarah recovered sooner than I did and came bounding off of the table and sat next to me on the floor. “What’s the matter, cowboy?” she asked, laughing. “I guess I’m just an old man,” I laughed, still panting. “I don’t think I could keep up with you if you were any younger, Paul.” She snuggled next to me, pressing her tits against me and running her foot up and down my leg. I ran my fingertips up and down her back. I could feel her nipples harden as she shivered from my touch. “Let’s move closer to the fire, baby,” I urged as I leaned over to kiss her. She stood and sauntered closer to the warmth. I watched her move gracefully and seductively away from me. “More champagne,” I asked. “I’ll open another bottle if you’d like.” She raised one brow in a quizzical arch. “Sure,” she said. “That would be wonderful.” She stood looking into the fire as I handed her the drink.

“To us,” I said. “To us,” Sarah replied. We both savored the liquid as we quietly pondered the fire. “How many times do you think we’ve made love over the past week, Paul?” Sarah asked. Paul was thought about the last days they had been together. “At least 40 times, I’d guess,” I said as I calculated roughly. Sarah giggled and said, “Between the two of us we’ve had at least 3 times that many orgasms the past week!” I told her I had to agree. “Has it been too much for you, Sarah?” I teased. She flashed a seductive smile my way and answered, “What do you think?” “I think not,” I said as I refilled her glass. I sank to the floor, and lying on my side, I propped myself up on one elbow. She sat cross - legged on the floor across from me. Her pussy lips were full, and I could see a small trail of cum oozing from deep within them. She looked so inviting. I swirled two fingers in the slick liquid and rubbed along her inner lips. “Ummm,” she moaned, as a contented look appeared on her face. She closed her eyes and took in my tactile stimulation.

“What do you like best about making love to me, Paul,” she asked as I gradually inserted a finger and slowly moved it in and out of her vagina. She gasped and bit on her lower lip as she waited for my answer. “I might need to think about that for a while,” I teased as I massaged her puffy lips with my slick fingers. I took my time before I answered, but put this delay to good use. I slid two fingers into her vagina, working them in deeply and then slowly sliding them nearly all the way out of her. Her legs twitched sharply as she sucked in a deep breath, “Ohhhhh...take as...uhhhhh...long as...you want." she moaned. She was reaching up to her tits, slowly circling them with her fingertips. “Tell me..what is best, Paul,” Sarah urged. Her body was beginning a slow rocking motion. My fingers never stopped moving, but they moved slowly, sensuously, and lovingly. “The best thing about making love to you Sarah," I said as bent down to kiss and lick her inner thigh, "is bringing you to a climax. The way you look when your orgasm is peaking..... coming on hard..... extending from deep within you," I got closer to her pussy, bathing it with my warm breath, "out to your fingers and toes, all the way to the top of your head, is incredible!!! She jerked when I came within milimeters of her open lips. "Unngghh...put your mouth....there," she begged. I kept my perfect distance from her growing desire. "Knowing that I can bring you so much pleasure is... intoxicating, I said as I kept making love to her with my fingers, and she moved her hands to her inner thighs and started rubbing them.

While basking in the sensations, Sarah slowly spoke. “I guess...I’m just... a selfish lover, Paul, because I think... having orgasms.... is the very best thing about making love, too. I love what you do to me...with your tongue, your fingers, and most of all your cock.” Sarah shivered and jerked as my fingers danced around her clit, never touching it; just coming teasingly close! Sarah rose up slightly, trying to grind onto my fingers and hand. I inserted my thumb into her vagina, massagong her entrance while I gathered the ultra sensitive bundle surrounding her clit between two fingers, rubbing and rolling the tissue mass, but not touching the nub. Sarah moved from her inner thighs and started kneading her outer pussy lips. “Ahhhhh,” she groaned. “You like this Sarah?” I asked in a low, quiet voice. “Oh god...yes,” she replied in a raspy gasp. “How does it feel? Tell me how your orgasms feel?” I wanted to know what I was doing to her.