Page 63 of Unstoppable You

“Do you want to stop?” I asked, even though I knew the answer to the question.

“No! Don’t stop!”

“Okay, I won’t stop,” I said, smirking at her. She glared at me and I laughed.

“You want to take your bottoms off? Or I can take mine off and you can check me out. Do a little comparison.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, but she agreed.

I yanked mine off and tossed them across the bed.

“Here I am,” I said, feeling a little silly.

Delaney surprised me by sitting up and then moving so she was perched between my legs, with me on my back. Okay then. She really did want to get a look.

“I’m a fan of the bush,” I said, gesturing to mine. I kept things trimmed and neat, but I had never been into the full wax look on myself.

She looked from my pussy to my face and back as if she didn’t know what to focus on. Her cheeks were pink, and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth.

Taking a risk, I widened my legs, giving her the full show.

I knew I was wet, and that she could see it. I wanted her to.

“God, having you look at me is so hot, baby,” I said. Could you come from a look? If she kept staring, then I just might.

Delaney seemed perplexed with what to do next. She was the cutest. Almost naked and flummoxed by pussy.

“Come here,” I told her gently, reaching for her. Maybe we needed to slow things down a little bit and let her catch up. We’d done a lot already for her first time with a woman.

My first sexual experience had involved no nudity and just a lot of clumsy fingering in a literal closet. Ah, good times.

Carefully, Delaney lay on top of me and I moaned at the contact of her skin with mine. Oh yeah, that was perfect.

“Look at you, gorgeous,” I said, pushing her hair away. I should have had us both put our hair up before we started doing anything, but I hadn’t been thinking.

“Kiss me,” I told her, and then her mouth was on mine again, kissing me deeply as she started to rub her body against mine, and the friction was going to drive me out of my mind.

“That’s it,” I told her as she undulated and started to move faster.

“I want to touch you,” she said into my mouth.

“You can touch me anywhere you want. Literally anywhere. I’ve got lube if we need it.” I literally carried travel bottles of lube in my bag. I’d learned so much in my slut era.

“Uh huh,” she said.

Delaney fumbled the kiss as she stroked her hand down my belly, stopping to play with my belly piercing before she brushed the top of my pussy. She pet my bush briefly and I almost came just from that.

I moaned into her mouth as she touched her fingers against me, as if she was discovering something for the first time.

“You’re so soft,” she said, her voice a little wrecked as she found my lips and traced the shape of my clit. I knew I was wet and coating her fingers and I had to stop myself from begging her to put her fingers in her mouth and suck them off while I watched. This was her exploration and I didn’t want to push too far too fast.

My legs jumped when she made direct contact with my clit.

“Sorry,” she said, pulling back.

“It’s okay. I like soft touches, but I also like it if you rub in a circle, and if you wanna slap it, then I’m not going to stop you.” She could hook my clit up to a car battery if she wanted to see what would happen. I didn’t even care.

“Oh,” she said and then went back to kissing me but let out a frustrated sound a moment later. “I can’t see what I’m doing.”

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