Becky came to bed naked, an indicator she was feeling horny. Hey, that worked for me. She pulled back the covers and lay down on her back to my right. I rolled over to face her, head propped in my hand, and began caressing her torso. Circling out from her belly, across her breasts, pausing to circle my palm on her nipples, down to her bush where she spread her legs in anticipation, but I stroked up between her breasts to her neck where I briefly placed my hand in a choking position before moving it up onto her right cheek, then brought my fingertips across her lips, and trailed them back down to her bush.

Bending my head down, I licked and sucked on her left nipple, taking as much of her ample breast into my mouth as I could, flicking the nipple with my tongue. Maintaining suction, I lifted my head, pulling the breast up by the nipple, until it popped loose and dropped back down with a jiggle. She moaned with eyes closed and lips parted. Bending my head again, I ran my tongue underneath her breast, across the side where I paused to nibble lightly on the flesh there, then up to the top of her breast and back down to the nipple.

Meanwhile, my left hand had been resting on her bush, just above her slit. She began rocking her hips, encouraging me to explore that area, to put that lazy hand to work. Holding my fingers tight together I moved them down over her womanhood and began massaging her labia in a circular motion. I’d long ago discovered that was the quickest way to get her lubricating because it involved stimulation from vaginal opening to clit, and outer and inner labia, all at once. She sighed and it worked better than usual because she was already wet. I smeared her juices around her crotch, wetting everywhere between her thighs and up into her bush.

I love the taste of a woman’s nectar, something, unfortunately, Becky didn’t share. Since she was already so wet and open, I worked the tips of my middle and ring fingers around the opening of her woman’s well, encouraging it to open more as well as wetting them for entry. Then I slipped both fingers into her as deep as they would go. She gasped and lifted her hips to meet them. I pumped them in and out a few times, tickling her cervix and getting them soaked, then moved them to her right nipple. As my mouth continued to pay homage to her left breast, I wiped her juices onto her other nipple, then returned my fingers to her well for more. Repeating this process three or four times, her nipple was soon wet and glistening with her nectar. Her breathing had become ragged, and I watched that wet nub rise and fall with it.