She laid back, slowly, maintaining eye contact as she waited to see how he was going to proceed. It became apparent during their last session that the edge of the bed was an area he enjoyed utilizing. He pulled her down closer to the edge and slid his hand between her legs.
He decided there really wasn’t any benefit to starting slow as they both knew where this evening would go. She was warm and ready. He start with a gentle touch, feeling her, moving her juices around, coating her entire sex. Her lips were already swollen and he loved that detail. She had ached for him all week and he was ready to give her everything she wanted and so much more.
His first touch sent sensations through her body she didn’t know how to describe. It was a simple touch but it awoken every nerve from her head through her dripping pussy down to her toes. She felt him coat her in her own arousal and simply did the only thing she knew how in that moment, closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.
He watched her intently, gauging every touch of his finger on her response. She was very responsive so his job of finding what brought her pleasure was relatively easy. Her eyes were pinched closed and she leaned her head back into the mattress. She was starting to move into his touch and her loans were increasing both in volume and speed.
His fingers worked over her clit, gently at first but then with a quickly increasing speed. He knew she would peak quickly. He discovered very quickly she was multi-orgasmic and by that she could literally go for hours, stopping only briefly to catch her breath and readjust.
She started a get more vocal as her breathing became more laborer and erratic. Pulling herself upward slightly onto her arm, she locked into his eyes as he watched her. Without missing a stroke he adjusted his fingers and slide one easily into her. Throwing back her head as he moved his touch around to find her g-spot.
He was magic with that spot. He knew exactly how to touch it, how to rub it and how to use it. He kept his attention there as she rose higher and higher. She enjoyed that sensation of pressure and stimulation as she grew closer to her climax. Her eyes were tightly closed as she struggled to maintain composure, she was close. He knew. Not concerned about whether she climaxed too quickly or too early in the evening he continued his touch, watching her respond, listening to he small screams of delight.
She was ready to let it go, her first of many orgasms of the evening. It wasn’t super strong but it was enough to prime her for more. She clenched around his finger as she tried so hard to keep his gaze. It was too hard keeping her eyes open or even holding herself in an upright position.
Mid-breath the sensation changed. It went from p pressured stroking to warmth. Heat. She couldn’t explain what happened or even know, all that was obvious was it felt amazing. With this the a-spot he spoke of? Was this just a post climax sensation change. She didn’t know and honestly she didn’t care. She simply wanted it to continue. She was afraid to move, not wanting to change the touch. She was building again. She knew his finger was still inside her yet it was hard to pinpoint its location. There was still a pleasurable feeling forcing her to squirm, to moan, to muffle her own screams.
His focus was intense as he measured her moves, he wasn’t about to stop. He wanted to watch the pleasure wash over her. He was methodical in his strokes, bringing her closer and letting up just enough to pause the rise. He could feel her muscles clenching around his finger, she was about to cum for him again.