To Annie’s relief, Jane started kissing a way ever more south. She lingered at the sensitive skin between her belly button and where her panties began. Annie wanted those panties off her. She wanted to feel air on her pulsing pussy lips, followed by Jane’s tongue. Jane wasted no time pulling down Annie’s underpants. Annie let her legs fall apart, as she had done so many times for her wife in the past, yet it felt like a new beginning all the same.

Jane took position between Annie’s legs. She stroked the inside of her thighs, and her fingers circled ever closer to Annie’s pussy, indicating where her tongue would touch down soon. The gesture was driving Annie wild and she pushed up her pelvis. It was the best thing she could think of to do save from speaking—from begging Jane to go down on her already.

But she didn’t have to beg. This was her wife, who knew all of Annie’s facial expressions as well as her body language.

When Jane finally bent over, her hair cascading down Annie’s thighs, Annie felt like she had waited weeks—months—for that kiss down there. For that first contact between Jane’s soft, warm tongue and her aching clit. She breathed a sigh of relief—temporary relief, but relief nonetheless. The momentary release of tension was soon forgotten as Jane’s tongue circled around her clit, making Annie’s muscles contract with more desire needing to be met.

It was as though Annie could feel Jane’s tongue everywhere, as though the warm touch of it reverberated through her entire body, all over her skin. She sank deeper into the mattress and surrendered to Jane’s delicious touch, her deft tongue bringing Annie to new heights.

Then a finger circled Annie’s entrance. She didn’t even have time—or the mental capacity—to consider whether she was wet enough and they should break out the lube. Sometimes it was necessary; sometimes it wasn’t. Jane was an excellent judge of that and as Annie felt a finger enter her, she concluded she was more than wet enough. Jane’s finger inside of her ratcheted up her arousal another notch and when Jane, while fucking her, brought her tongue back into play as well, Annie was lost. She gave herself up to Jane’s finger and tongue. To Jane’s attentions, which she had so missed of late—in and out of the bedroom.