Billie - Part 8

Billie's tongue flattened against me, her long, slow strokes sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I could feel her breath start to shorten as Tom brought her closer and closer to the edge, and in doing so, her tongue was doing the same for me. It was like we were synchronized, a perfect, feedback loop of pleasure, each of us rising and falling on the waves of the other's desire. It was amazing.

As our waves of pleasure started to increase, I found it harder to get my words out, desperately trying to keep my composure as Billie brought both of us to our orgasms.

"Now using the flat of your tongue," I gasped, my voice breaking, "focus on going up and down my clit, keeping constant contact... with... it... fuck that feels... so... good."

Billie expertly tongued my clit with each word, her own breathing getting faster and faster as Tom's ministrations pushed her higher and higher.

"Now... insert your middle finger..." I had to pause, to take a breath, to push through the haze of pleasure that was clouding my mind. "And... finger... oh... fuck... and... finger... fuck... my..." Damn it, push through it, I thought. "pussy... with... your... fing..."

I couldn't finish. The words were stolen from my lips by a scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as I came hard, flooding Billie's mouth with my orgasm. The feeling of my release, combined with Tom's relentless tongue and finger, was enough to push Billie over the edge as well. She cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on Tom's fingers as her own orgasm ripped through her.

We collapsed in a heap, a tangled, sweaty, utterly satisfied mess of limbs.

"Fuck that was beautiful," Tom said, his voice thick with awe.

Billie and I simply giggled, a shared, giddy sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. I turned my head to look at her, her face flushed and glowing, her dark hair spread across the pillow like a silken halo. Her eyes were closed, a look of profound, well-earned contentment on her face. I reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my heart swelling with a fierce, protective affection. We had done that. We had given her this peace. And she, in turn, had given us an experience we would never forget.