Back into the light

I take my legs wide and take a close look at my labia. Glistening in the candlelight, dark red, engorged with arousal. Creased and complicated. Bare as the day I was born. I softly stroke a finger along the top of my thighs and just brush the outside, still not delving in. A few small ripples run through me and I gasp. I can smell my juices and breathe them in.

I watch as I use two fingers to part my lips and then slip them inside. I bring them to my mouth and suck the juices off. This is how I taste – hot, strong and musky. I start to stroke all along the length of my folds, watching how my body reacts. I raise one hand to a breast and gently massage it while my other hand keeps up a circular motion running between my clit and my entrance. I’m so close to orgasm and I throw my head back and moan as I start to rub my clitoris. My wetness is such that my fingers slide everywhere and I can hear squelches as I brush my lips together.

I lie back on the bed and spread my legs as wide as I can, continuing to finger myself. I’m so, so wet that my fingers slide all over the place. I try to calm down a little but I desperately need to climax. My clit is swollen and throbbing but I’m too wet. My fingers keep slipping off!