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“Really moist.”

“Hm. Yes, you are very wet. I’m enjoying the view and the taste very much.”

“You like it?”

I stifled my laugh. “You have no idea how much I like it, Brianna. Can you move your fingers in and out for me? I’d like to get more of those delectable juices of yours.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

Cautiously, her fingers began to move in and out. As her confidence increased, so did the speed of her fingers. It was an amazing sight to behold, and I had a front row seat. I took advantage, did as promised, and dove in to get every drop of her moisture I could from her fingers as they exited before disappearing back inside again. It took a while, but after several minutes, she started to relax and enjoy the feel of the penetration.

My hand gripped her wrist tighter, and I guided her palm so that with every motion she was bumping against her clit. Her breathing stuttered before picking up again, and I smiled, never taking my mouth from her. The joy I felt knowing I was helping her overcome this hurdle was something I could never have imagined two months ago. It also helped that I was more attracted to her than I’d ever been to another woman in my life. Even with her scars, her body was perfect. She was soft in all the right places, and she fit perfectly in my arms. Seeing her spread out before me like this, imitating the motion of me gliding in and out of her, had my groin aching, demanding attention. I ignored it.

“Brianna?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to stick one of my fingers inside you. You’ll feel fuller, but other than that it should feel very much the same.”

She stopped moving for a moment and tensed, but then took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good girl. Remember to tell me if something doesn’t feel right.” She nodded slightly, and her fingers began their in and out movement again.

I had to shift positions in order to remain holding onto her wrist and free my other arm enough to allow the mobility I needed. Once I rearranged myself, I began stroking my tongue along her sensitive folds again, willing her to relax. When I heard a sigh leave her lips, I knew she was ready.

Taking a single finger, I held my hand upside down and pushed it inside her, slowly trying to match the thrust and retreat of her own fingers. All the way in, I asked, “Can you feel my finger, Brianna?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay? What number?”

“T... two.”

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Now I want you to look down here at me.” She did. “Use the pillow behind you to prop your head up. I want your eyes on me.” Her movement faltered as she did what I said. I waited until she was settled again before continuing. “I want you to remove your fingers.”

Brianna’s fingers came out warm and wet, and I latched onto them as soon as they were clear, sucking them into my mouth. “Oh,” she breathed. I held her gaze as I cleaned her digits. She was flushed and looking a bit disheveled from our dry humping earlier and the show she put on for me between her legs.

I let go of her hand, kissing it, and pressed the single finger that remained inside her firmly against her wall. “Can you still feel my finger inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Number?”

“Two.”

I was proud of her. She was doing so well. “I’m going to add a second finger. It should feel about the same as it did with your fingers. Remember to tell me if something’s wrong or doesn’t feel right.” She nodded and pressed her lips together. I felt her start to tense up again. “Relax. No pain, remember.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay,” she said, and I felt her interior muscles begin to give.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. Bending down, I began stroking my tongue against her clit again, exaggerating the movement for her visual benefit.

It worked. Her pupils dilated and her lids started to close. “No, no. Eyes on me.” Brianna snapped her lids open. “That’s better,” I said, going back to my task.

She continued to watch me as I swirled my tongue over and around her bundle of nerves. She didn’t even flinch as I eased my second finger inside her. The walls of her pussy spread easily, welcoming the intrusion. Brianna seemed to be enjoying it as well, as I started to move my hand, thrusting and twisting my fingers while still pressing and circling her swollen clit with my tongue.

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