While their bodies were tangled together, Reggie was in thrall over the woman making love to her.
Conelly was on top of Reggie, kissing her neck softly while she moved her genitals on hers. Her left arm was wrapped behind the redhead's back, while her right was on the bed, gripping her lover's left hand–with the wedding ring that showed that she was Conelly's wife on Reggie's finger. The raven-haired woman whispered her name–not her nickname, her full name, Regina–with a perverse expression of reverence.
Reggie whimpered in response. The redhead was particularly neurotic around Conelly, even after they got married (it actually turned her on). That meant that she was submissive in bed (Conelly being a very confident and forward-acting woman only contributed to it). But she couldn't just lie there and do nothing.
Her right arm was free to move. She went for it and inserted her hand in between their bodies.
Conelly sensed its presence. She moved herself up a bit to look at Reggie's stunned face. A sly smirk emerged on her lips.
"So," she said to Reggie, "you want your fingers to fiddle around?"
"What? Fiddle?" Reggie responded nervously. "No! I mean–"
"Regina, it's okay," Conelly assured her. "You wanna spice it up a little more? I'll take it!" The black-haired woman went ahead and kissed Reggie on the lips, more passionately than before.
She took that as a license to move her fingers into her crotch, placing the three center fingers on her vulva. Once Conelly began moving her genitals on Reggie again, the fingers would stimulate both of them.
She was sure Conelly almost certainly knew what was going on, and by on the moans of pleasure muffled by each other's lips, she loved it.
When Conelly broke out of the kiss, she let out a soft but deep moan of pleasure. Reggie was also beginning to echo the moans with her own. As they continued making love, Reggie was feeling even more euphoric than ever.
