One Finger, Inside

She laid on her back, naked, and as we kissed I was already touching her. Sometimes the foreplay is quite short for us - at her behest, no less. It's almost counter-intuitive for me to move so quickly to penetration, but she longs for it and asks for it quickly. She has this amazing way of being slick and wet and open and ready within seconds, and climaxing only seconds later. She's the most multi-orgasmic woman I've ever heard of, much less been with. She tells me that it's all because of me and that I bring her to that point. As a Christmas gift to my ego, I'm going to just let myself believe that's true.

She was on her back, naked, as we kissed and I was already touching her... deep between her legs in the soft, dark patch surrounding her tender slit. Sometimes people will talk about labia as if they are petals of a delicate flower, but hers really are; soft and tiny and tender. Slippery and pink and when she is swollen they open a tiny bit at the bottom near her perineum, where a pearl of moisture will form. Her pubic hair is typically trimmed off, save for a closely cropped thatch on the front.

She was on her back, naked, as we kissed and I was already touching her, whispering into her mouth that I loved her and tasting her breath in return as she confessed the same. Her porcelain fingers were tangled in my hair and she was warmed and ready to be entered. It seemed so soon to me, though, and even as she pleaded for me to mount her and thrust up into her body, I didn't feel ready. I was hard as steel, but wanted to do something to buffer the transition between lying side by side in our pyjamas and being balls-deep inside her as she licked my neck and clawed my back.

She was on her back, naked, as we kissed and I made circles on her moist, warm mound with my fingers. I used my middle finger to sink into her and probe, which drew a heavy gasp of breath and an exhalation of assent. I buried in her all the way up to the last knuckle and curled my palm back to cover her clit with my skin. As I continued to kiss her and tell her that I loved her, I also told her that I was going to make her come this way before I entered her. She might have wanted to protest or even give me a word of approval, but her breath was already vanishing into her lungs, held prisoner by the surge of erotic sensation between her legs. I know her G spot well. When I am fucking her, I angle my hips so that the head of my cock strokes against it with every thrust. My middle finger was now searching out the tiny raised area inside of her... at first coming only close; her moans were warm but I could tell I didn't quite have it yet. A second later I drove my finger a bit deeper and curled it forward more. I instantly felt all ten of her fingers sink into my flesh at once as her mouth fell open and her eyes closed. By the time you could count to fifteen, she was bucking her hips and orgasming against me, twisting and grinding her pussy onto my hand. The only distraction from the quick surging of wetness inside of her was the heavenly sweet expression on her face as she fell, helpless, into orgasm and clamped like iron on my single finger which, inside of her, was stroking and rubbing in smooth, even strokes. It was beautiful. It was angelic. And when it was done, I was ready.

She was on her back, naked, as we kissed and I began to sink the full length of my cock into her body as our eyes remained locked together as our mouths joined and our breathing fell into a united rhythm...