Last night, in the mid-Spring heat wave, we kept the windows closed so the neighbors wouldn't hear. As I finished for the third time with your fingers between my thighs and your face near my belly, you reached one hand up and squeezed my hip area, using your thumb to press into my abdomen. It sent me over the edge. Waves of pleasure rippled over my body, as your other hand exited my body and glided across my skin to one of my nipples, both of which were completely hard. I let out a long moan as my pelvis arched up, yearning for more. And of course by now, you were more than ready to deliver for my final satisfaction.
I am still getting chills just thinking about it, lightly caressing my own breasts long after you have gone to sleep.
