My fingers. NOW.

"I want you so bad. But I need to start slow..." Charlotte seemed unsure, her confident front laid bare as she laid in my arms, naked, exposed.

I answered by resuming my passionate movements, my hand on her clawing it's way up the small of her back. She desperately pulled on our nipples, her other hand pulling my face back in for more kisses. She broke the embrace, and looked me in the eyes, her hand finding my cock, throbbing and ready.

"I don't know if I am ready for this Brent." She paused, took a breathe and continued, "I want it, but I'm not sure. It's been so long." She seemed so ****, I felt tender towards her.

"It's okay, whatever you want, I'm not going up push you." I smiled up at her.

Slowly, she nodded, and her hands pulled mine together, and up to her face, pulling them around it. She took a breath, and slowly guided one of my hands to her mouth, folding all my fingers down but my index and middle finger. Sensually, she placed my finger tip against her lips, and ran her tongue across them. She placed my other hand lightly on her breastbone, and without another word, guided my fingers in past her lips, into her luscious mouth. At the same time, her hand closed around my cock, and I nearly jumped with surprise and excitement.

She stroked me twice, tenderly almost, before hesitating and sliding her hand to the base. There she gripped, and she stopped moving her hand at all, almost as if she was steadying herself. Her other hand didn't stop at all though, her tongue flared and danced around my fingers, her hand guiding them in and out as if she was blowing my fingers, I wanted so bad to feel the sensation on my hand on my cock instead, but I restrained myself.

She pushed me deeper and deeper into her mouth, my fingers brushing against the back of her throat, coming out covered in clear spit, dripping and sticking. Her grip on my shaft grew tighter, and I started to get into her rhythm.

Finally she pulled my hand as far as my curled knuckles would go into her mouth, and pulled them all the way out. She stopped and ran her lips and tongue over my fingers, ensuring they were soaked, and the looked me right in the eyes.

"I want to do this my way." She said, and I grunted an approval.