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She took a finder in her mouth and languidly
rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him,
Sara’s hand nestled between his legs as it often did, and was greeted by
a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his
body slowly relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and
he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of the fire
wink out, though he might have been mistaken.

As his middle
finger slid wetly over her clitoris she thrust upwards and engulfed him.
He reached inside of her and cupped her as he had her breast, rocking
his palm in slow circles. His fingers were deep inside of her pulsing
walls as he grasped her lips between his knuckles and held firmly.
With the heel of his hand he pressed downwards and fluttered his palm,
sending vibrations through her spine to explode in her brain. She clamped
her teeth on his arm as her thighs clutched at him and she trembled.
Minutes passed as they lay still. Sara stirred, rolling over to her
right. He turned with her, and the motion drew him from her with a soft
smacking sound. As Sara’s arm slid around his waist in her slumber, Julie
curled on her left facing him in the darkness. She drew his hand to her lips
and delicately licked it.

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His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Julie began to roll her hips forward with each circle in vain to catch the fingers as they passed. She was aching, straining for the contact, but was herself afraid of waking the bed's third inhabitant. As he circled, he felt her wetness creep up the crotch to meet his fingers and he relented. At the top of his next circle he darted under the string which was the waistband of her panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp cotton from her and danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly, his fingers burrowed inward to her center. Her thighs parted involuntarily to make room for him, and Julie's leg stretched over his. He lifted his left leg over hers in an effort to restrain her motion.

His palm lay against her belly, and he
discovered with a smile that Julie was an “outie.” His longest fingers just
crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion and he could feel
the smooth skin beneath the sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing
her warm breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her waist.
At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the
tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved
away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand
through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse
ringlets underneath sheer panties, and he scritched lightly in circles at
the top of the hill. With each circle he dipped somewhat lower, until he
was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his
advances there, pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.