Just a quick note that is very important. This chapter is rated M for a reason if you wish not to read, I do not mind. If you do read and find something that is not physically possible then I do apologise. I do not know anything about how these sort of things work as I am only 15. I will alert you when a chapter does contain M rated scenes and when they are. This whole chapter is M rated. It isn't very long but the next is longer.

Rated M

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Touches

I placed the hot compresses behind her knees, laying her on her back. I switched the lights off before climbing in next to her. Pulling her to me, she curled into my side as my fingers drew lazy patterns across her bare legs occasionally slipping under my top. Her quiet moans and wetness seeping from her told me I'd have a lot more work to do in the morning to help with her new found frustration. I didn't mind and continued moving my fingers. Often, they'd come into contact with her centre and she'd be wetter than the last time. A few times she'd nearly woken up and I'd stop moving until I was sure she wouldn't wake up. I knew she'd kill me in the morning as she doesn't like me touching her unless she was awake as the frustration builds up more when she's asleep but it hurts more. However, when I help her relieve that tension she feels the pleasure all the more as she releases harder and longer. I loved when she felt that way so, often, I'd do this at the weekends as we'd spend the mornings relieving her. Sometimes I'd do it during the week when I knew we wouldn't have time in the morning, so that it would be that much better after work. She'd tell me I'd be sleeping on the couch but her need for release would always over power her before the day was up and she not to touch herself as that's my job.

So here I am, building her up for the morning. I'd never touch her for longer than twenty minutes though because I'd discovered that even though she felt so good at release it hurt at the point just before release. I didn't care about a few seconds of pain she experienced because she'd always forget as she released. Depending on how long I touched her, it could take a solid five minutes before she finished her release. I'd always be there to keep her going, not allowing her to stop until she'd released all she could.

I heard a soft moan from my wife as my fingers slipped over her wet centre once more and I held my fingers there, waiting to see what she'd do next. To my surprise she pressed herself into my fingers, causing them to slip inside of her. I waited once again to see what she'd do next, and when she rotated her hips, my fingers hit her walls, resulting in a quiet moan. She stopped moving, so I moved my fingers around her wet walls. Just as I felt her clenching around my fingers unconsciously, I removed my fingers from her, licking her juices from my fingers. When she'd relaxed I ran my fingers over her again, starting at her knees and moving up to her breasts before returning to her centre. I knew she was ready for release even if she had no clue, but slipped my fingers into her again. I started with two and added another as I massaged her from the inside. She'd started building up again and this was what I wanted. I was going to build her up again and again and again and leave her with all that frustration before giving her the release she'd beg for. I built her up a total of seven times, spending an hour and a half building her up so as to give her the best release in the morning. I licked of my fingers before falling asleep next to her.