I have a taste for you now that will not easily be sated. I am drunk from your fountain, and my thirst is not quenched. I must have more of you tonight, for this clandestine moment may never happen again. Maybe it shouldn’t have happened in the first place, but it’s too late now. The door to proper behavior has been breached with a vengeance.

Your breathing is starting to level out, as you release your grip on the bed to run your hands through my long, dark hair. Did you really think I was finished with you? I smile to myself and slide a second finger inside of you, eliciting from you a moan. I feel your juices run into the palm of my hand, as your hips begin to move against my fingers and tongue once again. This time, I am in no hurry.

I pull your your clit into my mouth, working it with my tongue, as I begin sliding gently in and out of your tight moistness with my fingers. My other hand makes its way to your breast, capturing a rigid nipple to caress and give a lover’s pinch. I can feel my own excitement throbbing between my thighs. Now, I realize I am going to get off dining on your delicate deliciousness.

Moving my hand back down across the plains of your stomach, I pull your hairless lips open to give me better access to the target of my desire. My tongue begins to move faster, barely flicking the tip of your nub, while I keep the slower pace of moving in and out of you. This time, my strokes are long and deep, rubbing perfectly against the heavenly spot inside. You are beginning to thrash frantically with feral noises emanating from your throat. I can feel your muscles tightening around my fingers, as you build toward your climax. Oh, yes, I feel the hot moisture steaming in my panties.

I begin pushing in and out of you with authority, as I lick and suck your hardened femininity. You have become louder. Your hands have moved to grip the headboard so that it is pounding against the wall. The sheet beneath has become soaked with sweat, cum, and saliva. You’re pumping hard against me now, seeking your release. I moan, feeling myself reaching the brink of a culmination. With a scream, you grab my hair and grind against me as you flood me with your milky essence, and I acquiesce with a groan. My own terminal of desire is pulsing with satisfaction.

I wait until your orgasm has subsided before I pull my fingers out of you. I lick the juice from my hand and slide up the bed to find your lips with mine, so that you might taste yourself as I have tasted you. Yes, I am satisfied. I am content in this moment, knowing you enjoyed your first experience with a woman. Even more so, because it was I who mastered you. I kiss you long and deep, because I want to savor our secret.

You have the most adorable look of guilty wonderment on your face as I rise to leave, I am almost tempted to stay for another round. There is so much more that I want to do to you, and I want you to do to me. I know I can’t though, and you know that too. However, should the opportunity arise again and you want more, I will most definitely try to be there for you.