Tabby continued to kiss me tenderly on the stomach, trailing her mouth along the soft contours of my abs, dropping down just a little bit more in passing, her fingers snaking themselves down a little further towards my kitty.
With a little gentle insistence on her part, she managed to get my legs partly open so that she could gain access to the prize that awaited.
I didn’t so anything then, but stood there and let her explore on her own terms. I certainly didn’t want her to stop either, even as I felt the first of two fingers gently probe my folds, part my lips, and play with my swollen nub just a little before going a little further down.
“You smell wonderful.” Tabby complimented. “Like fresh rain after a summer storm.”
I tried not to giggle, but what came out of my mouth was aborted laughter and I quickly squelched any further precept by letting her retain control over the situation.
For a moment, a sliver of clarity entered my mind and I thought for a second that my little mind trick had gotten things a little backwards.
Wasn’t she supposed to be enjoying this to the fullest or was it vice-versa? Me enjoying instead? I thought to myself as I felt her nose bump along the my stomach before she spread my lips as far as they could go. Then I felt flicks of her tongue delicately plumbing my valley and swirling around my clitoris–sending small shots of electricity down my spine and into my legs–while ending somewhere below the knee.