The light from the windows was dim, but near enough to a full moon to illuminate her. I sat between her legs and watched her peel her t-shirt over her head, her legs parted for me. I was gentle at first, slipping just one finger inside of her, then two, then not so gentle with three and then four. Her back was arching, but she asked me to go back to two even as she fucked my hand.
She was a glorious mess with two fingers. Tossing herself onto them, her breasts and her belly rising and falling. At first just wet, then messy, then running down my hand. When she told me she was going to cum, I kept going. When she told me she was cumming, I kept going. When she stopped talking and stopped shuddering, I kept going.
When she stopped moving, I stopped, dropped my head between her thighs, and tasted her.
