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“Kiss you,” I said, placing another kiss to her clit, adding more pressure.

“Okay,” she said, seeming to have relaxed a little. My hope was for her to relax a lot more before this was finished.

Slipping my fingers inside her panties, I moved them down her legs enough for me to see what lay underneath. She was glistening, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth there. Lifting first her right and then her left leg, I worked her panties down each limb before throwing them over my shoulder to join her jeans.

She was completely bare before me except for the hair that was now starting to take over her mound. I really did prefer an unobstructed view, but she was still beyond beautiful. Her lips were the same shade as when her skin flushed as she climaxed. It guided my thoughts and my actions as I stuck out my tongue and took a long lick.

Her response was better than expected. I felt her tense at the first touch, but then she tensed in a very different way by the time I reach her bundle of nerves on the top. “Give me your hands.”

It took her a moment to register what I’d said, but she reached for my hands. I clasped them together, hoping this would help her in some way. This was all about pleasuring her with my mouth. Hands were out of the equation for now.

I went back to my objective. The tip of my tongue traced the outline of her lips before sucking them into my mouth. I suckled her flesh as I would her breast before concentrating on her now-dripping entrance. Moisture was seeping out, and I eagerly devoured it.

By the time I moved my attention back to her clit, she was holding my hands so tight I was losing feeling. I listened to her breathing hitch as my tongue circled around and pressed firmly, before backing off and repeating the same pattern. It was driving her toward the edge again, and I could tell she was close.

Pulling her right hand down between her legs, I sucked two of her fingers in my mouth to wet them before placing them on either side of her clit. My hand guided her movement and she seemed so lost in the feelings she was experiencing that she wasn’t paying much attention to the details.

“Touch yourself, Brianna.”

“What?” she asked, sounding groggy.

I moved our hands again, showing her what I wanted. “Touch yourself. Show me what you like, what feels good.” Her hand stilled completely, but instead of repeating, I went back to what I’d been doing, hoping she’d follow my instruction.

She did. Eventually. Her movements were tentative at first, but grew bolder as she found enjoyment in her own touch.

When she was nearing her peak again, I readjusted her hand lower. “Put a finger inside yourself.”

Slowly, cautiously, I both saw and felt her hand move. But just as the tips of her fingers were about to disappear, she cried, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” I insisted. “It’s just your fingers. You control the feeling, good or bad. Would it help if I let go of your wrist?”

“No,” she sobbed.

“Hey,” I said, stopping. “What number?”

“S... seven.”

“Take a deep breath and let it out.” She did. “Remember how great everything has felt so far? This will feel good, too. No pain, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed. I smiled, and kissed the top of her fingers before placing them again over her opening. My tongue followed and licked around and between her fingers, encouraging her.

Then one finger, followed closely by the other, disappeared inside her.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Stephan

She’d pushed two fingers in up to her first knuckle and no farther. It was as if she was waiting on something. I could only guess the memory of pain she feared. My tongue slid in between her fingers, massaging and tasting. I was thrilled with her positive reception to oral sex. There was nothing better than feasting from a woman’s pussy, but as with everything else when it came to Brianna, this experience was ranking at the top of my list of all-time favorite experiences.

“Push your fingers in a little further. You’re doing well. It’s such a lovely sight, seeing your fingers pushed inside you like this.” I watched as her chest rose and fell with her exaggerated breathing before she slid her fingers deeper. “Good girl. How does that feel?”

“I... I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. I’ve never had my fingers inside you before. Tell me how it feels.”

“Puffy?”

I smiled. She was being very literal, and that was perfectly fine. “What else?”

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