“Oh Jim!” she purred in a low gravely whisper. Her fingers flexed and gripped my hair and she shuddered. “Please…” She rasped. Emboldened my inner copilot, that part of my mind that was watching and analyzing every reaction and sound that Michelle made decided to go for broke. My left hand slid further upwards until I once more crossed that cotton barrier and onto her soft skin of her lower abdomen. I then slipped my fingers under the edge of the material and pushed down between the panty and her bare flesh. My fingers pushed through some soft silky hair as they approached the heat rising from below. It was my longer middle finger that first encountered Michelle’s naked sex as it pushed through that sparse barrier of hair. The heated skin that formed the hood that protected her magic button was pushed back as her clit was swollen and standing proud eagerly searching for attention. As the tip of my finger made first contact Michelle jumped yet again, a startled gasp breaking our kiss yet again. This time however she didn’t return to my lips, her head rolled back on her neck as she pressed the back of her head into the bed, her jaw yawning wide as if to scream. I could feel her whole body tensing under what contact we had between us.
My fingers never paused, downward they pushed my middle finger sliding alongside Michelle’s bared engorged clit only to have my third finger slide along the other side as my fingers slipped slowly down along her hot wet outer lips. My index finger and pinky both pushed through silky hair along either side in the crease created by the edges of her upper thighs. My palm now slowly glided across her upper hood and clit, my thumb trailing along the crease on Michelle’s right side. When my fingers were forced to curl downwards and inwards by that infernal cotton barrier they dipped into that hot tight crescent at the bottom of her sex. My middle finger coming to a halt as it bumped into a puckered little button that had to be her anal rosebud. Michelle gave another jolt and gasped. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Leaning as I was halfway pressing down atop of her looking down at her writhing at my touch, letting herself be carried away with the sensations I was obviously giving her. The urge to do more, to make it better, to make it special for her grew until I had to lean down and start kissing her. With her head still tilted back and her neck arched exposing her throat, that became my focus. I started with soft sensual kisses lightly to the underside of her chin, I followed along her jaw line down across her neck. Each one slow and deliberate, each kiss eliciting another gasp or soft moan. As my lips planted yet another kiss on that soft tender spot just below Michelle’s left ear I whispered softly to her.
“If I’m dreaming this I don’t ever want to wake up.” Then I gently bit her earlobe and tugged it before letting it slip out of my teeth, at the same time the tip of my middle finger slipped into weeping wet entrance of her still hidden treasure. My wrist still making the slightest contact on her erect clit, the fingers on either side of my middle finger were dragging along her lips as I gripped her entire vulva and squeezed gently. My kisses were trailing down across her neck over her collar bone and to that little hollow at the base of her throat. At this point I had to press myself up in order to continue kissing downward. Michelle reluctantly released my head, her right hand going to the top of her own head as if to keep the lid from blowing off as she continued to moan and gasp and squirm beneath my attentions. Michelle’s left hand slid down to my neck where it meets my right shoulder, her fingers dug in as she gripped me fiercely. The tip of my left middle finger was plunged into her heated folds, going deeper and curling to form sort of a fleshy hook. As my hand drew upwards my finger rubbed along the inside, the roof of her sex. When my hand pulled upward my hooked finger caused my palm to press down firmly onto Michelle’s clit. I rocked my hand back and forth like a slow drunken metronome first pushing her clit to one side then dragging my hand across it, then to the other side as I drug my hand back the other direction. My middle finger was rubbing the roof and that sensitive inner wall. The grip of Michelle’s hand on my shoulder and neck became painful as her entire body stiffened and her back arched even as I kissed just below her left breast on my way towards her abdomen.
“Ohhhhhh GODDDDD!!!!” Michelle shrieked in a high raspy voice. Her right hand was flapping and beating at the surface of the bed as she brought it from atop of her head down to finally grab my left hand still tucked under her cotton panties. Her grip was fierce and forceful as she pulled my hand away from her sex. “Daaaaaaaaaamn!’ Stop! Stop Stop Stop!” She gasped out and collapsed into a limp puddle beside me panting. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration. Michelle released her death grip on both my shoulder and neck as well as my left hand. She ran the fingers of her left hand though my hair as she murmured. “That was nice…”
“Now who’s dreaming?” I asked quietly as I once more leaned my head in and kissed her abdomen next to her belly button. He muscles quivered under her skin. I kissed her abdomen again edging lower. My left hand was laying flat on her lower abdomen just above her panty waistband, I could smell her scent both from the source and on my wet fingers. It was intoxicating and I wanted more. Michelle was still lying contentedly with a serene smile on her face, her eyes were closed. I hesitantly brushed my left hand lower and caught her waistband with my thumb. I pushed at the pink material edging it down lower. As the material was pushed further down I continued with my soft kisses. Her soft curly hairs tickled my nose and I edged ever closer. I felt Michelle’s right hand rejoin her left on the top of my head, her fingers entwining in my hair. When I had pushed the panties as far as I could before the waistband resisted any further movement, Michelle planted both of her feet on the bed and raised her hips slightly allowing me to push them off of her hips and down her thighs. Leaving them around her knees I drew my hand slowly back up the inside of her left thigh dragging the tips of my fingers lightly across her soft skin. A sharp inhale and a low moan was all I needed to hear to know that I should continue with my exploration. Pushing myself up to a sitting position with my right hand, I let my left hand just barely graze the bottom of Michelle’s steamy little cleft before drawing my fingers back down the inside of her right thigh towards her knee. Her legs were still bent and raised with her feet planted on the top of the bed. When my hand reached her knee I grasped the pair of panties and drug them over her knees and down her shins to her ankles. Michelle raised first one foot then the other to allow me to slip them completely off her legs. I leaned over and kissed her left knee as my left hand curled around her left ankle and picked her foot up off the bed. I raised her leg up and placed her foot on my right shoulder then slowly slid my hand down the backside of her leg to the soft spot behind her knee where I leaned in and kissed. Slowly still my hand continued to glide down across the soft skin on the back of her leg, down, down, down to the tender soft flesh where her leg became her ass.