Then I feel her hand on mine, which still resides on her ass. She takes control of it and guides it closer to the split between her cheeks. She doesn’t let go until the tip of my middle finger rests next to the rim of her most intimate orifice. I guess her fantasy was more elaborate than just sitting on my face. She gives my hand a squeeze. It’s the only way we have of communicating while my mouth is busy and my ears are deaf. But I know what to do. I want to give Camille everything she wants that is within my capabilities. This certainly is.

I move my finger down a little and coat it in her abundant wetness. Then I bring it back and I slide in the tip. I focus on my hand for a few seconds, my tongue going limp against her clit. My fingertip is met with such fierce warmth, it spurs my tongue back into action.

“Oh.” Camille’s groan is so wild I can hear it loud and clear. She wiggles her ass a bit, inches it closer to my finger. She wants more. I slide in a little deeper while my tongue goes crazy against her clit. The contrast between the gentle movements of my finger and the frenzy of my tongue is startling. It makes my own blood beat faster in my veins. But nothing is more important to me right now than giving Camille the orgasm she’s been dreaming of—perhaps for years.

Her voice increases in pitch. She moans loudly, as though the sound comes from the deepest place within her. She shivers against my finger. Her movements grow more out of control. She bucks against my mouth, against my finger, sucking it deeper inside of herself. Then she goes totally still for a few seconds, during which I don’t dare move.

Her yelp is so heartfelt, it has me worried for an instant. But then she maneuvers herself away from my finger and mouth, and pushes herself off me. She doesn’t smile when she looks down at me. She just crashes next to me and looks me in the eyes, then kisses me full on the lips.

After I’ve washed my hands and am lying next to Camille in my bed again—where I want to preserve the imprint she is making in my mattress forever—she sends me a big smile, and says, “I would like to amend my answer to one of your questions from earlier. Namely the highlight of my trip to Australia.” She leans her head on an upturned palm. “I’ve had many highlights, but nothing beats the feeling of making another woman climax.” Her smile goes soft. “There’s truly nothing like it.”

“Agreed.”