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Chapter 12 Part 2 Fingertips, G-Spot, and Rock-Top Climax
Her eyes were molten velvet as she reclined on the stone, thighs aimed at me, silent and inviting.
I cupped her full, taut breasts once more. Touching from different angles truly gave different sensations; now they felt warm and buttery in my palms. My other hand drifted lower. At my fingers on her inner thigh, goosebumps rippled across lush flesh. I crept upward to the root of her thigh the pink folds were heavy with wet and trembling, ready but feigning reluctance.
For a battlefield this well-trodden, it was astonishingly pink and soft. I stroked her mound, and my forefinger and middle finger toyed with her lips.
"Ah… Yayi…"
She shuddered, propping up her right leg to give me more room; I obliged and rolled her clit.
I parted her petals, and fresh nectar rolled from within.
I pushed up the hood to bare the bud; she arched without thinking, lifting her hips and mound. My fingertips slid along the inner edges of her flared petals upward; her slender white neck craned with ragged breaths, errant strands stuck to her gleaming brow.
"Yayi… your hands… oh… never thought… God… I want you to play me to pieces…"
I worked two fingers into her, up and down, teasing as her tiny jewel swelled with my attention, slickness turning my touch to silk.
I plunged into the slit and began to pump.
Her canal held tight to my fingers; I started the search for the G-spot.
Ever the veteran, she knew what I was doing even through the pleasure. She grabbed my hand to guide me and there!
Just two joints in on the upper wall a patch that made her jolt and clench when I pressed.
I focused fire again and again, on the most sensitive center hidden inside.
She trembled with each stroke, melting against the rock. I slipped my left arm around her waist to lift her; my right kept working.
Her grip tightened on my fingers; her lips opened and closed with each pull and push.
I fondled and watched her fall half-conscious, cradled in my arms, cheeks flushed, breath broken.
"No… no more… I can't… ah… it's coming… I'm c-coming… Jie, I'm sorry… I'm going to cum… ah… coming…"
Her whole body spasmed, and a gush burst from her, streaming between her thighs; her legs went slack, body slack as wet clay, eyes fluttering, soft whimpers in her throat.
"Miss, want me inside?" I teased at her ear.
"Mm please…"
"Felt good? You came a lot…"
"Mm… Yayi… take me."
Everything about her pulled at me; the patch of black between her legs was not too dense, just enough to crown the most gorgeous hollow on a woman's body.
I shrugged off my clothes. Despite all recent battles, I was primed.
I hauled her close; her breasts pressed to my chest, and in the rub of skin on skin, I could feel her heartbeat race.
I sat on the rock's edge and drew her to straddle me. I lowered my head to toy with her nipple.
She wrapped her arms around me, wiggled her hips, and slid her slick slit along my crown. There was no rush to ram in; she had just climaxed. Still, she reached down to grip me, guided the head into her tight, juicy warmth, inching in, deeper and deeper.
Heat, tightness, wet within me, her walls pulsed, and nectar ran. Her eyes fell shut; a satisfied moan bloomed.
Her sheath nuzzled and drew at me like a soft mouth; every pore in me opened.
Buried to the root at last, the clutching pull of her canal was exquisite; every forward drive sent a thrill through her, every retreat teased me to the bone.
At her deepest, she was all ragged moans and heavy breaths; her skin radiated a scent that made the mind want to drown.
"Ah, you brute so hard… you trying to kill me? Ah… ah… rape me… more men… I can't… ah… Jie… someone is raping me… ah… so good… does it feel good… ah… ah… so good… Jie, I'm sorry… I've embarrassed you… too good…"
Who the hell was this "Jie"?
The thought jolted me, and my rhythm faltered. She gasped, then adapted with perfect instinct: instead of urging me on, she clung to my neck and rolled her hips in slow circles, keeping my crown scraping her inner walls.
She spun and moaned, and fresh streams ran.
I forgot the question; my hips started up again, more intense. Each pull brought strings of nectar with it; my hands guided her waist, faster and faster. She switched from circling to pumping, hips sliding forward and back, the wet slap of flesh louder each time.
I lifted her, letting her rise and fall, each grind of bodies giving us a fresh crest.
Her sheath gripped; the heat rose. I moved to stand but thought better on the slick rock. Her legs locked tight around me; I placed her butt on the rock's edge for leverage and hammered.
She cried out as my crown kissed her cervix with every thrust, sending shivers through me.
It felt impossibly good; my fire roared for release.
"Do it kill me with it Ya… you're too much… oh… ah… ah… he's going to fuck her to death… ah…"
Her sheath clamped like a small mouth biting me hard pleasure surged into my scalp. Warm waves drenched my pubes.
My mind flashed to the first time I'd seen her; then the second a man taking her from behind; the third with three men in that van.
Now at last, I rode this peerless beauty to the peak. I grew fiercer; she flushed deeper and moaned heavier.
Encouraged by her cries, I drove deep my tip kissing her cervix, thinking, "I should have conquered this body sooner. Like this?"
"Uh yes harder hold it there yes… oh God… I'm coming again… again… so good… hold me…"
Through my own eyes, I could watch her petals flip with every stroke perfect beyond words.
She was lost completely, gush after hot gush bathing my crown. The itch at the head built to a breaking point I shifted her to lie flat and took her in the classic hold for the finish.
Her arms coiled my neck; her long, beautiful legs crossed and pressed me tight. Her soft pale belly rose to meet me with every thrust she answered each drive with a shy, hot welcome, tightening and lifting.
Her face was red as flame, brows knit, eyes squeezed shut. "Ah… I'm coming… so good… ah… can't… too much… ah…"
She clutched my shoulders, hair whipping like waves, breasts bouncing.
She threw her head back and cried without restraint; I gripped her breasts and pounded on, my crown pinned to her cervix. Her canal pulsed and pulsed; she spasmed and went limp, clinging to me, breath tearing.
Then the tug at my crown her womb drew on me hard; the gates opened and I poured into her depths, filling her utterly, so much that it spilled out around me.
When at last the hush fell again, the clouds parted, and moonlight spilled down. It lit her hair, her body, her flushed cheeks with silver.
Only the wind remained; we were both limp on the rock. It was slick with so much fluid that we slid to the ground at the same moment she burst into laughter.
"Come on!"
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