Of course she knew the good feeling of exploring a woman’s body. It was exciting and powerful. Her eyes widened. Was that why she never had wanted to be touched? Had she been afraid to give up control?

Sherry moved up and down her upper body. She nipped and licked every inch from Madison’s neck to just above the curls between her thighs.

The tenderness in Sherry’s touch and gaze was almost too much to bear. It was so full of love and had nothing to do with control or power. It’s all about her love for me. A trembling smile formed on her lips, and she caressed Sherry’s soft hair, sprawled all over Madison’s torso like a protective blanket of love.

Sherry moved up until their noses almost touched. A question shone in her bright eyes.

She took Sherry’s face in her hands. “What is it?”

“You’re crying,” Sherry said. “I…I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”

“No!” She shook her head vigorously. “No, please don’t.”

Sherry didn’t move.

She caressed one of Sherry’s cheeks with her thumb. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that it’s you touching me this way for the first time.” She let go of Sherry’s face and took one of her hands to kiss every single knuckle. All the while, they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. This contact was more intimate than anything physical could ever be.

Their foreheads touched when Sherry leaned forward, a content sigh on her lips. After a few moments of breathing the same air, Sherry wiped away a few tears from Madison’s cheeks and leaned back with a tender smile on her beautiful lips.

As before, Sherry trailed kisses down Madison’s body, sometimes causing pleasant shivers in her wake, especially when she inhaled deeply as if she couldn’t get enough of the smell of Madison’s skin.

Madison caressed Sherry’s silk-like back.

“So soft,” Sherry whispered, echoing Madison’s thoughts from earlier. With her fingertips, Sherry caressed her hips and her upper thighs in a slow exploration. With each caress, she ventured further toward her inner thighs, Madison spread her leg instinctively.

Sherry looked up at her while oh-so slowly moving her fingers upward.

Madison’s pulse quickened.

As if by accident, Sherry’s fingers grazed her very sensitive folds.

Madison sucked in a breath. The fleeting touch had shot a bolt of pleasure through her core and her entire body.

But instead of continuing her exploration there, Sherry went back to caressing Madison’s inner thighs, her pelvis, and her trimmed curls. Not even once did Sherry break eye contact. Was she making sure that Madison was enjoying her touches?