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Before I could say another word, she pushed herself up, then scooted between my legs, shoving them further apart.

My eyes flew wide as she hovered with her face incredibly close to my pussy. She nodded in satisfaction.

“That’s better.”

Whowasthis woman?

“Do you need me to do anything?” I asked, feeling a little left out so I stroked my hand in her hair, gathering some of it in my hands to hold it out of the way.

I’d never had someone study me so intently before. It was arousing and a little unnerving.

“No, I’ve got this,” she said, and gone was the trembling and unsure woman who’d barely been able to ask for anything.

She was determined, that concentration at home on her face.

Delaney tilted her head to the side, as if trying to get a good angle.

She suddenly grinned at me. “It’s pretty. You’re pretty.”

I couldn’t stop the somewhat hysterical laugh that bubbled out from inside me. “Thank you, Delaney. That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.”

No one had ever complimented my pussy in quite that way before.

“I expected it to be… I don’t know.” She propped herself up on her elbows and frowned before turning on her side, resting her head on the inside of one of my thighs. “There. That’s better.”

This was not how I thought this was going to go, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

“I like the way you feel,” she said, stroking me with one finger, just barely dipping inside me.

“Mmmm, I like the way you feel when you dothat.”

Those were the last coherent words I said for a while as she slowly and methodically tried out every kind of touch on me. Soft and slow and then with more pressure and then she started to enter me with one finger.

“You’re so warm.”

I couldn’t answer.

I kept trying to chase her hand, to pull her deeper, but she wasn’t letting me. This woman was going to torture me to death.

“Let’s see if we can find…is that it?”

“Holy fuck!” She’d hooked her finger inside me and pressed on my G-spot. The pressure eased and then she stroked it and I thought I was going to lose my mind.

“More fingers,” I gasped. I needed more of her hand inside me. And then ideally some clit action and I was ready to blow.

“Got it,” Delaney said, adding a second finger and experimenting with touch and pressure and thrust.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” I chanted.

Delaney was saying something softly to herself, but I couldn’t hear her. I was too busy trying not to beg her and turn into a total mess. I was quickly losing that battle.

“Clit, clit, clit,” I gasped.

She shifted and then her thumb rubbed my clit in clumsy circles until she got the hang of it and then it was like she’d been born to do this. As if her hand had been formed and created to fit and pleasure my body.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned her. I was going to climax and I was probably going to get the bed wet. It didn’t happen every time, but it did happen when I was very, very horny. Like tonight. I’d been wanting and wanting her and now I had her inside me and with me and—

“I’m coming, ohhhh fuck!”