小月娘

I was lying in bed, listening to the sound of raindrops gently tapping on the windowpane. The only light in the room came from the warm, yellow bedside lamp. He came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, with water droplets sliding down his chest. As he approached, my heart began to beat faster. We had planned to go to bed early, but the moment he leaned in to kiss me, I knew what was going to happen. His kiss was deep, his tongue entwined with mine, and his hand slipped under my nightgown, his palm pressed against my inner thigh, slowly moving upwards. When his fingers touched my panties, he gently pressed my clitoris, his movements slow and rhythmic. I quickly became wet, and he felt it too, a sly smile spreading across his face as he pulled my panties down to my knees. He knelt between my legs, his head bowed, and his tongue parted my wet lips, first gently licking my clitoris in circles, then sucking it with force, his fingers slowly pushing inside me, one at a time, shallowly thrusting, then adding a second finger, the pads of his fingers curved upwards, pressing against my sensitive spot, rubbing it repeatedly. My waist arched involuntarily, my legs slightly parted, the sound of wetness and my gasps growing louder. He sucked my clitoris with his tongue while his fingers thrust in and out of me, his movements smooth and focused. I grasped the bedsheet, whispering, 'Deeper... please.' He obeyed, quickening his finger's pace, his tongue working my clitoris with more force. My body grew hotter, my vagina contracting, my love juices flowing out. He lifted his head, his eyes red, his hard cock poised at my entrance, rubbing against me a few times before slowly pushing in. The first thrust was a bit tight, but he was patient, pushing in bit by bit, stopping to kiss my lips after each small advance. Once fully inside, he asked, 'Is it okay?' I nodded, embracing his waist. He started moving slowly, first shallowly, the head of his cock rubbing against my inner walls, then gradually deeper, each thrust accompanied by a soft thud. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving upwards to meet him, my vagina stretched to the limit, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me. He thrust in and out, kissing my neck and collarbone, his hand reaching down to press his thumb against my swollen clitoris, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. His movements grew smoother, sometimes slowing down at the deepest point, letting me adjust my position; sometimes speeding up, the impact of his thrusts more pronounced. My breathing grew ragged, my voice fragmented: 'Deeper... harder...' I clung to his back, my nails lightly digging into his skin, my legs wrapped tighter, moving in sync with his thrusts. My vagina grew hotter, wetter, tightly wrapped around him with each thrust. He panted harder, his arms propped beside me, his body slightly leaning forward, his thrusts deeper and more stable. The pleasure built up, and my body tensed, my orgasm arriving naturally and intensely – my vagina contracted violently, gripping him, my legs shaking uncontrollably, pleasure surging up to my brain. He was caught in the vice of my vagina, letting out a low growl as he released himself inside me, hot liquid shooting into me. I was still convulsing in the aftermath of my orgasm when he slowly withdrew, bringing out a mixture of fluids, which flowed down my thigh. He cleaned me up with a tissue, then pulled me into his arms, his chest pressed against my back, his hand lightly stroking my waist. We lay there, the sound of the rain still outside, our breathing slowing down, I felt my body relax, yet filled with satisfaction.