Magic fingers

For Edith

"Oh GOD, Daryl! Right there!"

"This spot? You like that?"

Her little hums and moans of approval fired his blood, sending it zinging through him.

Each one on repeat, savored as a treasured gift.

His fingers began to cramp, but he would not stop.

Not till she begged him to.

He wanted to possess her, mind, body and spirit.

He had always been good with his hands, this was the first time he actually felt like he was creating something.

A symphony of beautiful sounds on the world's most perfect instrument.

His fingers moved a bit faster, deeper, putting the pressure "right there" ,

His efforts were rewarded with a moan that welled up from her toes.

He felt that sense of pride he always got when she was like this,

Her body wiggling across the bed, beads of sweat trickling down her face, her neck, resting in that hollow at the base of her throat.

She was panting now, calling his name as he moved his fingers to the bundle of nerves that were the source of her pain.

Almost there, that's my girl, let it go…

Her body tensed , released with a contented sigh.

Her lazy smile, hooded eyes, relaxed demeanor everything he was striving for.

"You know, you have got magic hands?"

"If you think I'm good with feet, you should see what else I can do with these hands."

Her eyebrows raised, she gave him that mischievous smile she saved for him, "Can't wait"

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