I was just thinking about the other day, the day I came home and found you standing outside the house, where you had been looking at some flowers in the garden. You were barefoot, and you were wearing that white dress. Yes, that one, the one that drives me mad with desire. On your head, you were wearing a brown floppy hat to keep out the sun, and your hair was draped over one shoulder.

I was amazed, you were more beautiful than you were on the day we first kissed, our bodies aching then from the newness of the sensation, the awakening of desire. My desire had not slept since that first day.

You stood there, with one leg slightly bent, and one hand on your hip, your slender arms looking beautiful in their delightful skin. Your legs were beautiful, strong from all your walking, the dress just a little less than halfway down your thighs, so beautiful that I wanted to kiss their silky skin all the way up to your pink, wet pussy.

You looked at me sideways, from under the brim of the hat, with one eye in shadow, and you melted me totally. I thought about how sometimes, for fun, when we are in public, I say things that arouse you quickly, and you always whisper "instant wet." Well, in this case, it was 'instant hard'.

My cock thickened so quickly that it almost hurt, and I had to move it inside my trousers to create room to grow. It was a reflex, but you glanced down and smiled.

"Is that for me?" you asked.

You stopped where you were, beside the water tap, and I walked slowly towards you, our eyes locked, your lovely brown eyes and my green ones, and an intensity of sensation flowing through them. I knew that connection was making you as wet as I was hard.

"You know how that dress makes me want to fuck you?" I asked as I slowly walked towards you. "And I want that now. I want to fuck your horny, greedy wet pussy and make you moan with pleasure."

"Instant wet!" you exclaimed.

"You like it when I say I want to 'fuck your horny, greedy wet pussy'?" I asked.

"Yes," you replied a little sheepishly, still shy that talking dirty turns you on so much. "Even wetter now."

I thought about how it feels so sweet that words that you would never ordinarily say because you are such a beautifully proper and polite person, just get you so hot.

I walked to where you were standing, and held you in my arms, feeling the yielding warmth of your body against mine in the warm highveld sun.

As I pulled you close, I could feel the soft material of your dress against your body. I held you tightly, and gently let my leg relax between yours, just brushing lightly against your pubic mound. Your legs parted slightly as if they had a mind of their own. Don't you just love those first few moments of that sensation?

I let my hand wander down over your gorgeous ass, and I could feel its shape clearly through the material of your dress. I didn't feel any panties.

"No panties," I said. "Instant hard."

"You lie, you replied. "You were already hard. I felt you."

Kissing you and running my hand over your body, I slowly eased you back against the wall of the house. As you leaned back against the wall, my pelvis pressed against you and you could feel my hard cock, feel how much I wanted you.

You were wearing a black bra under the dress, so I need to do something to access your breasts. I undid two of the three large buttons at the front of the dress, and opened it a little. Peeling your bra down over your left nipple, I took it into my mouth, rolling my tongue round and round, biting gently with my lips covering my teeth.

You moaned softly and I moved to your right breast, repeating the attention I had given to your left one.

I kissed you then, pressing you against the wall, my tongue probing your mouth, its tip tracing lines across the roof of your mouth, our tongues entwining and feeling each other's sensations. We lingered over the kiss as our bodies grew even more aroused.

"I want to taste your wet pussy," I said. "Do you want me to lick your horny pussy?"

"Yes!" you replied.

"Say it!" I commanded.

"Yes, I want you to lick me," you replied.

"No! Tell me you want me to lick your wet pussy," I said.

"I want you to lick my p-p-p-pussy," you said. "Please lick my horny pussy."

I knelt down, running my body down over yours as I did so, and I pressed the front hem of your dress against the front of your thighs.

Your legs parted a little more, and slowly, teasing, I pushed your dress up.

Even before the delightful flower of your wet, aroused pussy came into view, I noticed a little strand of clear, glistening, lubricating juice running out of you, and stretching towards the ground.

"I love you this horny," I said. "Your pussy juice is dripping to the ground."

I twirled the little strand of your liquid desire around my finger, and slowly stood up, letting your dress fall back down. I put my finger in your mouth, letting you taste your own juices, and then I kissed you, drinking in your taste through the kiss. Needless to say, you moaned, and pressed your pelvis against me, wanting to feel more tactile stimulation.

"Okay. I am gonna eat your pussy now," I said smiling as you let out a soft moan.

"Yes," you said. "Eat my wet pussy."

"But no cumming," I said. "We must get you into the explosion zone."

Explosion zone is our name for teasing you so much that when you cum, you practically explode with pleasure. The zone itself is a lovely place to be, every sensation multiplied and enhanced, making you want to explode but at the same time, not leave the wonderful feelings behind.

I slid down your body and pushed up the sexiest white dress I have ever seen to reveal the most beautiful pussy on the planet, between two beautiful, smooth, fit legs. It was freshly shaven, all nice and clean, with slightly swollen pretty lips that parted just a little to show a wet pink line. Your clitoris was swollen too, and its hood raised as if inviting me to kiss it.

I tucked in like a hungry man, and I was hungry, hungry for your taste, hungry for your pleasure. Your taste was delightful, the musky salty taste of arousal. Your scent too.

I licked your lips first, sucking each one into my mouth, enjoying the silky smooth feel of its soft skin. I licked, kissed, and sucked all around your entrance, pressing my tongue a little bit inside as I went around.  

"I love the taste and smell of your horny pussy," I said, stopping licking for a moment.

"Mmm, feels nice," was all you moaned.

I took a few moments to admire how beautiful your pussy was, the inner lips folded inside the outer ones, all swollen and darker in colour than usual. The outer manifestation of your clitoris was visible as a small bud, purple-pink in colour and swollen with desire. The wonderful strands of your wetness were already starting to drip and stretch.

You are beautiful everywhere, in your mind, in your heart, and from the tip of your wildly tinted hair, through your intense brown eyes, all the way to the tip of your toes. But there is a special beauty in your wonderfully aroused pussy. I love you there as I love you everywhere.

Moving back to the task at hand, I started on the right side of your clitoris, and pushed the tip of my tongue up past the hood, and across the other side and down again, making the letter "n" over and over, back and forth. I varied the speed of my movements and gently moved my tongue side to side. At first, I kept the pressure light, butterfly kisses.

A delicious ache spread out from your clitoris, round your tummy, and up to your nipples, extending down the inside of your thighs.

"You make me feel so good," you said in a shaky voice.

I could feel your breathing getting shallower and faster. You arched your back as if to say lick me harder. But it was not time for that.

Slowly, I closed the "n" movement to make an "o", licking round and round the outside edge of your clitoris with my tongue.

"Burning me," you moaned almost incoherently.

I could feel the sensations building up, so I slowed down, and made my movements softer. The delicious ache continued but the intensity subsided a little, as I brought you down only to build you up again.

I knew how much you love that, the edging and backing off. So I continued doing it, building the intensity, keeping you living in the explosion zone.

I pressed the flat of my tongue against your clitoris, and moved it gently from side to side, pressing as hard as I could to take you close to the edge.

As your breathing grew more laboured, I flicked my tongue back and forth over your clitoris, then down between your lips, sucking each of your lips in my mouth in turn, tugging on it for that different sensation that felt lovely but took you back from the edge.

As the edge faded a little, flicking back over your clitoris, I tugged on your lips with my fingers, slowly twirling their silky wetness between my fingers.

"I'm close," you moaned.

I loved how our communication enhanced our pleasure, and your telling me how you were feeling prevented me from accidentally making you cum before it was time.

It was not time, so I eased back, then built you up again, pressing two fingers inside you, and curling them to press against the upper wall of your vagina.

"Wait," you shouted, to keep me from making you cum while we still had time in the explosion zone.

I pulled out my fingers, pushed back your clitoral hood, and blew softly on it. It felt intense, but at the same time eased you back from the edge.

I don't know how long I did that for you, moving you close to the edge, and easing you back again.

I wanted you. My cock was hard, your pussy was wet, you were totally in the zone, there was a wall against which I could fuck you, and you were leaning just nicely against it. What more could I ask for in life!

I opened my zip, still wearing the suit I had put on for a special meeting I had at work. I had come home early to get rid of it, to put on my normal jeans. I knew you had a fantasy of getting fucked by a man in a suit, just opening his zip and penetrating you like that, while he is fully clothed.

I could see it in your eyes, you knew what was coming and it kept you in the zone.

I know that you sometimes touch yourself at night. You think I don't notice, except now and then when I wake up and join you, but I notice often. At such times, I choose to let you touch yourself because it is important that you do. And feeling you cum quietly makes me so happy. I love that about you. I often wonder if you fantasize about getting fucked by the man in a suit, with his cock out through his zip.

So that's what I did. I opened my zip and pulled out my cock, hard and glistening wet for you. I loved giving you your fantasies, and it felt good building on the fantasies that you have shared with me so we could use them to enhance our pleasure.

I had to bend my knees to get my cock properly positioned and I rubbed its wet, hard head over your clitoris and around your entrance for a minute or so to make you beg.

"Oh fuck me," you moaned.

"You like me to fuck you in my suit?" I asked.

"Yes, fuck me with your trousers on," you moaned at me. "Your suit."

"OK, feel my cock entering you now," I said, knowing the words would give you tingles on top of your arousal.

Obliging lover that I am, I pressed my cock between your silky wet pussy lips, and slid it inside you, slowly pressing against you and pushing my cock deeper inside, filling you up. You love that feeling, don't you? I know you do, the feeling of my cock going in, and the feeling of fullness that it gives you. There is no feeling quite like it, especially when you have been taken to the explosion zone first.

I grabbed your wrists and held them over your head, and ground my pelvis against yours, putting pressure on your clitoris as I pushed my cock deep into you. I knew that you love how that feels, and on every thrust when I was deepest inside you your moans increased.

The white dress kept slipping down, and I kept lifting it up as my cock moved inside your beautiful, wet, horny pussy.

Your pussy is wet and you are aroused right now as you remember that day, isn’t it? I like that. I want you wet and aroused. Greedy to cum hard from my words. But not too quickly. You can START to touch yourself soon, for now, cross your legs, and squeeze hard, squeeze so you feel lovely sensations, but no more as you read on.

Your eyes were closed as I fucked you.

"Open your beautiful brown eyes, I want to see your pleasure," I said.

You opened your eyes, looked straight into mine, and I could see the liquid desire and pleasure mixed together in your moist brown eyes, they were darker from arousal as they tend to get. You know how that inflames me, drives me to want to give you more.

I pressed you against the yellow-brown wall of the house, pressing my pelvis against yours, grinding the shaft of my cock against your clitoris on the in-stroke.

"Oh fuck....me! Ohhhh," you moaned.

It was so hot fucking you outside like that, just behind the fence, potentially in view of someone in another house. But we were so lost in our pleasure that I am not sure that even entered our thoughts.

Your floppy hat fell off and landed on the ground. I noticed in passing, but I am not sure you did, so lost were you in the feelings we were sharing.

It was not long before you were on the edge.

"Gonna cum!" you moaned.

"No," I said, slowing down my thrusting cock and grinding against your clitoris a little less on the in-stroke, just enough to keep you on the edge.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo!" you screamed. "I wanna cum!"

"Not yet," I said. "Feel this a while longer. I want you to explode with intensity."

"Yes," you whimpered, knowing full well you were getting everything that you wanted, that you have fantasized about so often when touching yourself in the night.

Soon though, I slowly picked up the pace, and pressed a little harder against your clitoris, my movements mixing with your thrusting hips drawing you closer to the edge, closer to falling over.

"Gonna cum," you moaned again. "Cum with me."

"No. I wanna watch you cum," I said. "I will cum with your second orgasm."

"Cumming!" you screamed. "Cum......ming......nowwww!"

The orgasm grabbed you, and your breathing was pure pleasure to see and hear. Your eyes turned up briefly, and I could feel the walls of your pussy clenching, clutching my cock, almost making me cum with you. It took all the control I could muster not to shoot my hot load of cum into you.

The orgasm was explosive. You came so hard, your eyes turned up a little in your head, then closed, and you bucked against me as the orgasm washed over you. Your breathing and your moans of pleasure were electrifying. In that moment I loved you so much, and I loved your pleasure just as much. I was so happy being the source of it, and it made me so happy to see you feeling it.

Slowly your orgasm passed. I know you can remember it, it was a memorable cum.

The orgasm was just as you imagine when you touch yourself. When you masturbate, imagine how it could be. You want to feel that now, don't you? But if you rush it, it will be less intense, so stay with me, it is your pleasure that is deep in my heart and mind. Let me control it for you.

I pulled my cock out of you, and you looked at me with a look of empty disappointment.

"I thought you had another orgasm for me," you said with a disappointed look.

"Of course I do," I said. "Turn around, and put your hands on the wall."

You can START to touch yourself now, but not your clitoris. Stay away from it. Take the wetness, and rub it round and round your nipples. Smell its scent on your fingers, and taste it for me. Tell me how it smells and how it tastes. Tug on your inner lips, feel their slipperiness. Run the palms of your hands up and down the inside of your thighs. But do not stop reading, my words are there to build the pleasure up for you. It is not time yet to cum.

You smiled then like the cat who found the cream. You knew what I was going to do and you wanted it. You placed your hands flat against the wall, but in such a position that you were bent over at just the right angle for me to fuck you from behind.

I lifted your pretty white dress up over your ass, the beautiful ass that I love so much. You parted your legs to give me access to your glistening wet and swollen vulva.

"You want me to fuck you from behind?" I asked.

"Yes," you said. "Hurry up. I want you in me."

"In where?" I asked.

You looked over your shoulder in mock anger. "In my greedy pussy," you said. "Make me cum again, and cum inside me, inside my pussy, with me."

"A man cannot turn down such an invitation," I said.

I pressed my cock between your wet pussy lips, and inside you. You gasped as it filled you up, and I began to move in and out of you slowly, wanting to build you back up slowly since you had just cum. But you wanted it hard.

"Fuck me harder, please," you said.

I reached around you and placed my middle finger on your clitoris, and began moving it around in circles and back and forth as I fucked you with my hard cock.

You could feel the orgasm building up inside you, and you moved as much as you could to meet my thrusts. Your moans made me want you to feel another orgasm and for me to feel it with you.

"I'm getting close," you moaned.

"Yes, my love. Let it happen. I want to squirt my hot, sticky cum inside your greedy pussy," I said.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," you moaned. "Your words took me closer."

I fucked you hard then, and rubbed your clitoris for the sole purpose of making you cum.

Soon you were there. "I'm gonna cum!" you shouted, breathing hard with the words.

"Me to my sweet love. My cum is going to squirt in your throbbing pussy," I said, knowing those words would push you over the edge.

"I'm....cum.....ming!" you screamed.

I felt my own orgasm take hold of me. It washed over me as my cum squirted into you, and my throbbing cock responded to your spasming vaginal walls. It was beautiful. It was as if I could feel what you were feeling.

We both grabbed the orgasms and held onto them, making them last. I loved how close we were when we were cumming, and coming down from our shared orgasm.

I pulled out of you, leaned back against the wall, and pulled you to me, holding you tightly, with love and desire. After a few minutes, we parted, I put away my cock, still glistening with our shared juices, and we started to walk together into the house. There was more of this to do. The white dress was not even off yet.

We held hands and slowly walked to the front door, turning our heads and bodies to look into each other's eyes like star-crossed lovers. Horny star-crossed lovers who wanted to make love again with an impatience born of mutual desire.

You can press two fingers inside and enjoy the feel of them filling you up, but no clitoris yet. Let us work together to get you into the best part of the explosion zone. Pleasure delayed is pleasure enhanced.

Inside the house, I pushed the door shut, pressed you back against it and kissed you with all the loving passion we shared, and the urgency that I felt to be inside you.

"I want you," I whispered into your ear.

"Mmm," was all you said by way of reply.

Our bodies pressed together, my tongue entered your mouth, and probed you, teasing the roof of your mouth and your tongue pushing back until I allowed it into my mouth. We kissed like that, our tongues trading mouths, my pelvis pressed against yours, passions unleashed, growing stronger by the minute.

I kissed your neck, sucking gently, then sucking harder just at the back, leaving a little mark to show you are mine. Not mine as in owned, but mine as in loved, desired, wanted.

I kissed your ear, nibbled it, my hot breath teasing you as I whispered "I want you my love. I want your pussy to be greedy for me, and I want to be in your greedy wet pussy."

"Soon," you sighed.

You pushed me away, and started to undo my belt, unbuttoning my trousers and lowering the zip so that they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. You unbuttoned my shirt as I threw my jacket on a nearby chair, and quickly pulled it off. Tugging down my red underwear, soaking with moisture from both of us, you knelt down, and took my cock in your mouth.

I grabbed a cushion for you to kneel on, and leaned back against the door while you took me into your mouth.

"Oh my," I said. "That already feels so beautiful."

You looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and mumbled, "You tafpe goof koo."

"I taste good?" I asked.

"Yes, you taste of both of us," you replied, letting my thickening cock free for a moment, then going back to sucking me.

"Ohhh," I moaned as your tongue made circles round the head of my cock just the way I like. Your tongue was already making my cock burn with pleasure. I love that burning sensation so much.

"I want to taste us both on your pussy juices," I added most sincerely, though I was lost in the delightful sensations you were making me feel.

Your tongue did that round and round motion that makes me burn with such intense pleasure, then you offset that sensation by taking me in and out of your mouth while your tongue kept attending to the head of my cock. Damn, that feeling of burning when you do that is just so beautiful.

I love how you know how to make me hard again like that, and how you take me so close to the edge and never let me go over unless you want me to.

You took me so close to the edge a few times, and suddenly it was all I could do to keep from cumming in your mouth.

"Slow down, take me back from the edge," I moaned with the pleasure of being in that special zone we love to share.

My cock felt so amazing in your mouth, I didn't want it to stop. I don't know how long you did that, I was lost in the pleasure of it. But eventually, I pulled away and took you by the arms, lifted you up, and kissed you with the taste of my cock still in your mouth.

That was amazing.

"Love my taste in your mouth," I said as our kiss lingered.

I led you to the bedroom, and as soon as we were inside, I lifted your pretty white dress over your head, unhooked and tossed aside your black bra, and pushed you back, naked on the bed. I knelt down and pulled you towards me, and with no attempt to do anything else, I buried my face in your aching pussy.

The taste was electrifying, the mixture of my cum inside you, your own cum, and the fresh wetness that was there as a clear, thick liquid because you were aroused from sucking my cock. I love how sucking my cock makes you so wet.

"You taste absolutely wonderful," I said.

"Feels wonderful too," you moaned.

I was amazed by how much pleasure your pleasure gives to me. Hearing your moans, listening to your breathing, imagining what you were feeling, but especially hearing you tell me, those things made me tingle and ache from head to toe. They also made my cock produce copious amounts of precum.

Now, press against your clitoris, slowly roll your finger from side to side. Feel it as if I were doing that for you. Just keep it in the same place and roll it from side to side without moving. Then when you feel that, start to move it around in circles. As you read, feel my words touching you, making love to your body and mind. But don't hurry. Keep reading, and if you get close, hold it back. Stay in the zone where my touch would keep you.

I licked and sucked your pussy lips, and flicked my tongue up over your clitoris while inserting two fingers into you. I pressed against the upper wall of your pussy, while my tongue flicked over your clitoris, and my lips nibbled it and sucked it inside my mouth.

Your moans were most delightful, and I kept at this for a while, bringing you close to the edge, but not so close that there was a risk of you slipping over. I wanted you to cum with my cock inside you.

I spoke your name.

"Yes, my love?" you asked.

"I want my cock inside your soaking wet pussy," I said.

"Oh, you know how your dirty talk turns me on," you said.

"Then taste your horny pussy on my lips," I said, kissing you deeply.

After a long kiss, I flipped you onto your tummy on the bed, and I pushed my hard cock between your pussy lips from behind but held it just a little inside, not all the way. I was deeply in love with the curve of your ass, and your beautiful brown skin.

"You want my hard cock in your wet pussy?" I asked.

"Yes," you replied.

"Yes, what?" I asked. "Say it all."

"Yes, I want your hard cock in my wet pussy," you said in your sultry aroused voice.

I pressed into you then, my cock slowly filling you as you gasped.

Slowly, I moved in and out of you, and as I did, I reached underneath you and found the little hard bud of your pretty clitoris.

I got my middle finger over your clitoris, and I started to move it round and round and back and forth as I moved my cock in and out of you. Every time I pressed it a little bid you moaned, and your moans made me feel exquisite pleasure in my cock.

Now would be a good time to start building it up, but keep it under control. I want you to cum when we cum in the story.

I moved in and out of you, loving the rise of you ass as I fucked your wet, horny, greedy pussy from behind, and loving the way your ass rose up to meet my thrusts. And I especially loved the moans of pleasure you made as my fingers played with your clitoris, bringing you closer, and easing back over and over.

I loved the feel of your clitoris on my middle finger like that, I knew that I had total control that way. Even as my cock moved inside you, I knew it was my cock and finger working together that would make you cum, and I knew how intensely you cum when they work together like that. I wanted you to feel it so badly.

"I'm so close," you moaned.

Take yourself there now. Get close for me.

I eased back a little on the movement of my finger, and slowed down my thrusting inside you.

"Not yet you don't," I said.

"Noooo," you practically screamed. "I wanna cum."

"Are you sure?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Please, I wanna cum," you responded. "Please."

Well, who could resist that, I increased my thrusting inside you, and added more pressure to my finger moving round and round your clitoris.

It didn't take long. And I was right there with you, I could feel my own orgasm building in response to your moans and movements.

Suddenly, you shuddered, and screamed, "I'm cumming."

"Me too my love," I moaned. "My hot sticky cum in your pussy," I said in an orgasm-deepened tone.

Cum for me now, and make it last. Grab the orgasm and feel its every sensation, squeeze hard to hold it and feel its intensity. Be greedy, feel it as intensely and as long as you can. It would be lovely if you kept going. Because I have another treat for you.

We were lost in each other's pleasure then, the orgasm enveloped us, and I grabbed it and tensed every muscle to make it stronger for me, and so you could feel the intensity that I felt. It was a powerful orgasm, for both of us. But then, it always is.

Slowly, we came down, and I pulled my hand away from your sensitive clitoris. You turned over, our eyes met, and I pulled you close, holding your breasts against my chest, my leg resting lightly between yours.

We kind of dozed like that, for maybe 10 minutes. I am not sure who moved first, but I looked in your eyes, and said "I have a special treat for you. Do you want it?"

Your eyes misted up and then took on that greedy, 'cat-in-the-cream' look as you said, "My special treat?"

"Yes, of course," I said.

"Yes," you said as a wave of tingles washed over you, and your eyes darkened with fresh arousal.

You disentangled yourself, and I sat on the end of the bed, and you sat across my lap and opened your legs to give me access to your clitoris, which was already swollen as you were aching for your treat.

“Ah, your treat,” I said. “I love giving it, and you love receiving it. And I love it when you do the same for me.”

I looked into your lovely brown eyes, and said "I am gonna make you cum."

"Yes," you sighed, knowing and wanting what was coming next.

"Look into my eyes, and feel my love and see how much your pleasure makes me happy, I said.

"Yes, my love," you said. "I see it in your green eyes."

Without taking my eyes off yours, I started to rub your clitoris, back and forth, round and round, dipping into your soaking pussy for some moisture, and continuing to manipulate your clitoris, building you up fairly quickly for a lovely orgasm.

You loved the feeling of just being able to relax and feel, of not having to do anything to feel the intensity of the pleasure other than look into my eyes.

Looking in your eyes, I could see the pleasure growing, your eyes getting softer, starting to lose focus as my finger worked its magic.

"I love seeing it building up in your eyes," I said.

"It's sure doing that," you smiled a languid smile.

As I rubbed you, the waves started to build up in your tummy, and you could feel it down the insides of your thighs.

"Getting close," you said, your eyes finding it hard to focus on mine.

"I'm gonna make you cum," I said. "Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes," you replied in a voice rendered almost inaudible due to your pleasure. "I wanna cum. My treat."

I pressed harder against your clitoris, but kept the same circular motion and same speed.

I love how that makes you feel it so intensely, and that way I can control exactly what you feel, when you feel it, and I can keep you on the edge or bring you crashing over.

I took you right to the edge.

"Close," you moaned. "So close."

I eased back a little bit.

"Nooooooooooo," you screamed. "Wanna cum."

I took you back to the edge again.

"I'm gonna cum," you moaned.

Suddenly I stopped touching you altogether.

"Only if I let you," I said. "Do you really wanna cum?"

"Fuck, yes," you screamed. "I really wanna cum. Make me cum now, please."

Rubbing gently, and softly, not enough to make you cum, I asked "Are you sure? Tell me again."

"Please," you moaned. "I really really really wanna cum. Please? Please!"

The last please was an order, and so I decided to comply. I pressed harder against your clitoris and kept a slow circular motion going around your clitoris. The orgasm built slowly, and the slow movements were going to make it long and intense.

I looked into your eyes. I saw the orgasm start. That is so hot!

"I'm cumming," you moaned, your orgasm eyes still locked on mine. "I'm cumming right now."

"Feel my love," I said, our eyes still locked.

Then you tilted your head back, arched your back, and thrust against my finger. But I just kept the same pressure and same rhythmic motion, and the orgasm carried you away. I watched your face, your breathing, and I kept touching your clitoris until the orgasm was reaching its end.

Be greedy my love, cum again. Now. I want that badly. You know how much I love seeing you have multiple orgasms. You know how much I love greedy.

Your brown eyes opened, looked into mine.

"Thank you, my love," you said.

"Thank you, my love, for the privilege of making you cum," I smiled.