My body was screaming for more, but I couldn’t move at all. I needed desperately to press my clitoris against the vibrator, or at least to feel it inside me. But my clitoris’s only steady comfort was the warm air, punctuated by intermittent kisses from the vibrator. I began sobbing, and finally she relented and gave me what I needed.
I was slowly, gently filled by the vibrator, and she slid back up to kiss my lips before moving back down. Once there she began to massage my labia with her fingers as she sucked my clitoris. My genitals felt raw, hypersensitive. Every touch was extremely intense, but she knew how to stimulate me just enough to avoid causing me pain. As she sensed I was close to orgasm, she took her tongue from my clitoris and left me with only the vibrator and her fingers on my labia. She changed techniques on my labia, using them to stretch the skin leading to my hood. My clitoris couldn’t feel anything directly, only the pressure and stretching near it. I would not be able to orgasm without her tending to my clit.