I could feel the wetness between my legs, an embarrassing accumulation that now wet her thigh and left a long smear as I worked slowly lower. Her hands held my head lightly, but she was no longer guiding me. She seemed to trust that I would find my way.
My fingers and lips trailed down over her belly, pausing at her navel to dig with my tongue. She quivered and giggled at this touch. Ivy hummed as I moved lower, my fingers lightly tracing the bones of her hips as my lips touched her pubic hair. This was a night of many firsts: kissing a girl, lying naked in her arms, sucking her n*****s, coming under her ministrations, and now about to taste her most private fruits.
Ivy’s black pubic hair was trimmed to expose her lips. It tickled my nose but offered no impediment to my view or access. H
