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mouth. She pulls her two, arousal-covered fingers completely out and then thrusts them back in, causing my breath to hitch.
    “That’s it, baby,” she encourages as she begins a hard, steady tempo, pistoning her two fingers in and out of my pussy. “Show me how much you love my fingers buried in your sweet little cunny.”
    I dig my polished nails into her back, the short nails biting her flesh and leaving behind tiny half-moons.  “Oh God, Erin,” I pant. “Don’t stop.  Don’t ever stop,” I beg as she continues to attack my insides.
    She groans loudly. “Fuck, baby,” she growls. “Your cunt is so fucking tight for me.  Fuck, I wanna make you cum.”
    I curl my toes and grunt quietly with each insistent push and pull of her fingers.  “Erin,” I breath, still gripping to her shoulders tightly. “Erin, I’m so close.  I’m gonna cum.”
    She chuckles, not unkindly. “So soon?  You must not have been taking good care of yourself while I was gone.  Good thing I’m back to give you all the attention you can handle.”
    I grab onto her and pull her face down for a deep kiss.  Our tongues battle for dominance, furiously wrestling.  Her fingers continue to penetrate my eager sex.  I feel the familiar waves of pleasure tickling in my gut and moving down towards my pelvic bone.  I kiss her harder, hoping to convey without words how good she’s making me feel.
    She curls her fingers, and I go rigid, moaning into her open mouth. A jolt of pleasure shocks my system as the first of, I’m sure, many orgasms of the night floods my system. When I finally regain control of my breathing, I open my eyes to discover Erin staring intently at me.  Her hair is slightly plastered to her forehead, a mixture of rainwater and perspiration. 
    “ Erin?” Her name is the only thing I need to say to indicate that I’m not sure what’s going on. 
    She lays on her side, propped up on one elbow. The small muscles of her defined bicep twitch beneath soft skin. She brushes a few errant strands away from my forehead and tucks a lock behind my right ear. “You said you wouldn’t wait for me,” she rasps.  Her voice sounds strange, shattering the relative silence of the night.
    I feel a half-smile creep onto my face. I reach out and trace the pads of my fingers along the warm, pliable flesh of Erin’s lips.  Her tongue flicks out and the tip of her wet tongue makes contact with my fingertips. “I guess some things are worth the wait after all,” I admit quietly. My eyes are drawn to her mouth and tongue.
    “Is that you talking or just your post-orgasm glow?” she asks in a soft tone.  She grabs my still-searching hand and presses her thick lips against my knuckles. Even such a seemingly innocuous touch like this makes my stomach tighten and the ache between my thighs reawaken.
    “N-no,” I stammer, my voice impossibly low. “This is all me.”
    Her free hand slips beneath the sheets and her fingers tickle up the naked flesh of my thighs.  She strokes the pads of her fingers along the skin, causing me to twitch and quiver beneath her soft touch.
    “If you want to have a serious conversation now,” I warn, nearly choking on the words, “you might not want to do that.”
    Her fingers dangerously travel further up my inner thighs. “And why not?” she growls quietly in my ear, continuing to inch further up the inside of my leg.
    My clit begi ns to ache for her talented touch, and I shift slightly in bed, bending my leg at the knee. My wanton hips fall open and I slightly lift my pelvic bone toward the ceiling.  As her hand creeps closer to my naked, dripping sex, my breath becomes labored.  “Because,” I pant, my hips rolling of their own fruition, “I can’t really form complete sentences with your hand down there.”
    Undeterred by my minor protests, she brushes her fingertips against my bare, swollen pussy lips. “No offense, cutie, but you don’t really have complete mastery of the English