A deep massage

I watch as you bite your lip as I caress higher up one leg, my finger tips gliding over your skin. I take a risk, and let my finger brush against your pussy before I pull back to work on your other leg. I work my way up slower, watching your reaction. My lust taking firmer control as I realise I am focused more on teasing you than I am giving you a massage.

My strong fingers caressing up the side of your leg, working back and forth as I inch higher and higher. I see your legs part for me more so than before, as I don’t hesitate at the edge of the sheet. My finger tips disappear form sight, knowing this is too far as I look up at your face. Your eyes closed, mouth slightly open and I watch you gasp as the tips of my fingers glide over your swollen clit.

I smile as I watch your reaction, your legs parting as my fingertips slide between your pussy lips, grinding down then back up slower than before. I start to slide down again, even slower when you push your hips up towards my hand. My finger nearly sliding inside your dripping pussy before I pull back.