Our left-hand fingers intertwined together as she led my hand around her waist, under her shirt, and finally under her skirt.  I gave enough slack between our bodies to slide our hands deeper together to where we could feel the lace of her panties.  Our lips unlocked for just a second.

“Touch me…”

We dove under her panties and felt her clean-shaven fissure waiting for our touch.  Our mouths locked again while we stopped right above her clit and slid our middle fingers down over, spreading her lips the further we progressed.  Our fingers, completely drenched with her sweet lubricating fluid, needed no direction as they drifted towards her precious goal instinctively.  She moaned in my mouth and twitched in my arms as we explored the delicate entrance to her womanhood.  With a sudden fury we penetrated her final defenses as she swallowed our fingers. 

“Oh! Ah!”  She reacted without letting our lips fall apart.

Our lips separated as she turned to let out a gasping cry of pain and pleasure.  She expressed her delight with the sweetest sounds I’ve heard.  I ravaged her neckline, tasting the softness of her skin on my lips and falling further down along her collarbone and ending at her shoulder.

“Deeper, harder…” she moaned as she squeezed our fingers inside her with every outward motion. 

I could feel the pressure she applied to our hands and how much she enjoyed the combination of our thumbs stimulating her clit with small but firm circles and occasional flicks from our tips.  Her hips swayed back and forth in concert with our penetrating rhythm when suddenly I felt the pressure building up.  She began to contract faster and faster and trembled vigorously in my arms.  I turned to whisper in her ear.

“Let go in my arms, show me how much you’ve wanted this and how much you love it.”

Her heart raced as her breathing fought to catch up.  She swelled in my hands and soon I knew there was no turning back.  Her head flipped back facing the ceiling but her eyes were shut tightly.  I could see a tear begin to form at the corner of her eye when she began to cry out.

“Gray, I’m going to… I’m gonna…”

She dug her nails into the back of my head as she pulled me back down to fully take her neck, which was now coated with perspiration.  With one last push of our fingers I felt a sudden volume of warm fluid stream past us with such momentum.  She seemed to yell at the top of her lungs as each push of fluid was pressed out to trail her inner thighs and trickle down her legs. 

“AHHHhhhh…UHhhhh…” she cried and panted at the same time.

Like a Boa constrictor she coiled her thighs around our hands and squeezed tightly as she exerted her last spurts of orgasm.  Her breathing was heavy, as if she had sprinted a mile and just crossed the finish line.  Finally she fell against my body as hers went limp with relaxation.

She turned to face me, her eyes watery and glossy from the strain placed on them and her body trembling slightly in my grip.  I let