We are on the floor, a rug underneath us and a blanket covering us and a fire in the fireplace and our wine glasses on the table and the start of a lovely weekend just beginning. We are naked under the blanket and on the rug, talking and kissing and staring happily into each others eyes. Legs and arms mixed up, hands exploring, kisses landing on cheeks and chins and necks and ears. And we are warm and so close.
After a few intense kisses, the kind that make our lips press harder and our tongues just start to flicker between us, my hands and yours begin to follow each other down your body, under the blanket, your naked smooth skin responding, so warm and smooth. My fingers find a nipple and your fingers follow mine. You mumbled and I mumbled back and your fingers begin to teach mine exactly how to brush and rub and tug at your breast, your hand guiding mine, your fingers squeezing one nipple then the other, my mind racing at the thoughts of you, my fingers starting to wander down your body, further to your belly and below your waist.
Your hand stays wrapped around one breast, tugging and tweaking as my fingers slide effortlessly between your legs, as they part slowly and you moan. I want to tease the edges of you, touch you slowly, carefully, with each stroke getting closer to its mark, but I canβt hold back. My fingers find your wetness and one slides into you quickly, then slides out. I bring my hand to my lips, lick each finger between our kisses, and return my moistened fingers to your thighs, and the place between them. Wet now, open, inviting, my fingers dip inside you and begin to slowly, steadily stroke your pussy.
You lay back and let my fingers slip in and out of you, a small rub across your clit and you let out moan. You move your arm from under me and reach for my face, pulling the back of my head until our mouths are mashed together in a tongue-filled kiss. Your other hand is still squeezing your breasts, tugging each nipple in turn. I am propped up over you, my fingers, two fingers now, slipping deeper into your pussy. You moan and I understand. My kisses start to trail down your chin, neck, shoulders, heading for your breasts. I pause to lick one nipple, start sucking it in my mouth. You murmur something and I look up at your face. Your hand starts pushing my head lower.