The Best Kind Of Girl

She moves in all at once. Her hand grasps my breast and her other plunges into me, one finger inside of me while her thumb presses hard on my clit.

I nearly bend over and my knees go weak and I slump, moaning into my hand as I am held up only by her.

"I'll show you how much fun you can have," she says, "And I'll teach you how to get exactly what you want. We're going to be besties, my girl. And besties always help each other out."

Her hand starts to pump her finger into me and while she does her thumb starts to move, tracing circles and patterns back and forth over my clit. Each movement is a rhythm and an intricate dance and I can only make out half of the steps but I know that each and every rotation sends a wave washing out through me.

The heat reached the edges of my body before doubling back and rebounding. Crashing one wave into another as it built the tension within me and made me oh so present and ever so aware of the facets of this body that I was in and the fullness of it.

I could feel myself defined by the pleasure of it. Damn near overcome by the pleasure of it.

I could feel my body almost start to lose control as I lost myself within it and instinct and natural response took over. Electrical signals firing off to nerves as I became wholly reliant on the woman giving me pleasure and let her have and take and use my body for whatever means she might and whatever lengths she might want to go.

All I could do was concentrate on experiencing the pleasure. All I could have was the feeling of it. All I could feel was the whole of my body going tight and then slack and then tight again as I spasmed, as I let her plunge that finger inside of me and let her taste my skin.

My neck and my breasts and my tummy and more. More as Rachel slipped down to her knees ever so slowly and as she did she pressed her lips into the skin of me closer and closer and closer together.

And as she crossed below my belly button her kisses started to overlap as she drew it out and took her time and made me squirm, mewling and whining for her to just wind up where I knew she was going as she finally pressed down one thigh and inside nad up, her hand slipping to one side as her breath caressed the skin of my sex.

I was hot. I was burning up. I was aching and begging and needing for her to taste me and my whole being was throbbing for a moment and an instant as she pulled all touch away and made me just stay, lingering in the anticipation.

Nearly collapsing to the ground but holding fast once more. Staring down at her as she smiled and showed me her beautiful baby blues.

Her blonde hair. Her slim but curvaceous body. Her dress pushed up and her milky bare thighs on nearly full display as she kneeled and waited for me to feel it all.

The breath rushing in so cool into my nose and my body going weaker. My hips rocking but her pulling back. My eyes pleading and she promised and I know she will but I want it now.

"I want it," I moan behind my hand but she shakes her head.

She can't hear me.

"I need it," I plead with her but still she holds off and smiles, teasing and keeping me aching for it.

"Please," I beg, but she won't give to me and when I drop down a little she drops down a little more and her breath on my sex is driving me mad and I'm dripping, I'm aching, I'm dropping my hand and speaking out loud so she can hear me.

I'm begging.

"Taste me."

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