She moaned, pressing herself closer to me, and then almost as suddenly as we’d started, she halted things.
‘Let’s go somewhere more comfy.’
I thought she meant her bedroom, but we never made it there. We got as far as the next room, and by the time we’d got to the rug in front of the wood-burner we were both naked, a trail of our clothes leading back to the kitchen.
She tugged me down onto the rug, pushed my knees apart and lowered her face to my pussy. I groaned as her tongue darted back and forth along my slit, lapping my moisture, and then flicking up to circle my clit. The sensations were awesome. Nothing compared with the flicking caress of her tongue. I gave myself up to that first orgasm with a mixture of joy and surprise. I had never come so quickly in my life.
I had a powerful urge to pleasure her too, to lift her up to the same heights of ecstasy as she’d taken me. Sitting up, I pushed her back on the rug, marvelling at the taut flatness of her belly and the way her breasts stood up pert even though she was laying flat.
I trailed my fingers down her stomach, lingering fleetingly on her belly button and then pausing at the tops of her thighs. She watched me, slit-eyed, as I parted her legs and came face to face with the cutest pussy I had ever seen. It was shaven and sopping. I slid a finger in, felt her vaginal muscles clench around it and heard her soft gasp.
I sucked on her clit, as I played with her and she came gratifyingly quickly. It was as if we were made for each other. As if we already knew what to do, how to give each other maximum pleasure.