Mine

I take you in my hands, and you willingly accept. Have you wanted my touch? For how long? Now it doesn’t matter. 

I grab the sides of your pussy, touching your lips. That heavenly soft, pink flesh. I run my finger up and down the entirety of your moist crevice. Moans escaping from your mouth as my finger glances over the clit, the vagina, and the clit again. This time, rubbing it, faster and faster until you involuntarily lose control, scratching my back. I don’t even realize. My finger moves down, suddenly inside of you, your breath gone, you try and moan but can’t. My crafty finger knows too much. Inside, it curls upwards and touches your sunspot. My finger, invigorated by the sudden wetness, starts moving in and out, shortly joined by his companion, the ring finger. Your moans are increasing in speed, in volume. I can tell you’re on the edge. Suddenly, my fingers twist, do a 180, and another. Your legs are shaking, your breath in short spurts. My fingers retreat, unnecessary for the time being. They’ve completed the introduction, but the rising action is yet to come.

(Source: eroticpics)