I moved to kiss and lick each one of them as she squirmed and hummed, giggling when I set my teeth into a ticklish spot just above her hip, making me harder still, impossible as that would seem.
There was one above her left breast, one on her right thigh, one on the rim of her bellybutton. Beneath her left breast was a slight discoloration. On her right buttock was a mark that guided my lips to the soft warmth of her rear entrance. Her imperfections only made her more beautiful to me. Her body was a vision, and her long dark hair set off the whiteness of her skin.
I drew her to me with one hand on her ass, making sure my fingers dug into the crease between her ass cheek and her thigh. She gathered up my shirt and pulled it over my head. In the moonlight, she traced the scars on my shoulder and chest.
“You’ve been through a lot,” she said, a sadness flickering in her jewelled eyes.
I pressed my head against her chest, and taking one breast in my hand, guided her nipple into my mouth. She let loose a soft, feline growl as I sucked, then slowly, with one finger, I parted the lips of her pussy and her body trembled.
Her silky flesh soaked me as a flood of possessiveness and lust drove my pulse rate higher and my balls drew tight. Her scent filled my nose and my world.
Warm, sweet and savory, like sitting beside the ocean surrounded by fresh orchids. I dipped my fingers into her, my thumb flicking on her little nub, her pleasure becoming my muse.
With each touch, I memorized her response. Her sounds. The clench of muscles, the hitch of her breath. Committing to the never-ending search for knowledge that would keep her addicted to me for all time.
I was charting the path with her, where no other man had ever or would ever tread. It was a fucking honor to explore her innocence, to know it would only ever be my cock inside her, my fingers seeking, my tongue on her flesh.
Even as I breathed in my own delusion, I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. Ground uneven and unsure. Pure perfection like her, yielding to a brute like me, was the stuff of dark tales with disastrous endings.
She was my end and my beginning and my control was dangling by a golden thread. I could tell from the pattern of her breathing and the way she dug her fingernails into my shoulder that she was getting close.
“You’ve never cum before, have you?”
“No, never,” she whispered toward the ceiling, rocking back slightly on her heels. “But please, Bors. Please don’t stop…”
The word stop had no place in the bedroom with us.
“Never.”
Keeping my fingers on her pussy, I guided her supple body down onto the bed.
With my other hand I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, and then with no finesse I freed my rock-hard cock at last. Twisting, I pushed the pants away and rolled with her, positioning her knees on either side of my face.
Then, kneeling before her, I pressed my middle finger just until I felt her resistance band around it, then placed my tongue on her clit and her body shook.
I went slow, alternating between circles around her swollen nub and using the flat of my tongue to compress it against her pubic bone. Her flavor burned through me like the devil himself was near. I’d never tasted anything so pure, so perfect. Her scent was a perfume nature created only for me.
Her fingers twisted into my hair, her back arched off the bed. I slid my other hand under her ass and placed one finger at the bud of her anus, letting her know that I owned every fucking inch.
As she got closer and closer to orgasm, I slowed my rhythm, building the tension and savoring each moment. Her body said let me come, but my tongue told her not fucking yet.
She poured wetness into my palm, a viscous, silky stream that made me so fucking hard I thought I might tear her to pieces. I wanted to fucking wreck her. I wanted our cum on the sheets and her virginal blood mixed with it. But I took my time. With each roll of my tongue, she got closer. Her body slicked warm juice around my middle finger and I pressed farther upward, finding her magical rough spot inside and pressing my digit into it, her breath halting. Her thighs trembled as she bit the edge of the pillow-case.
Using slow strokes in unison with my tongue I began my claiming.
Though she might not know the sound of her approaching orgasm, and though I may not have had any personal experience to draw on, I knew it was coming. As I felt it growing near, I ate her out like a starved wolf, sucking and licking like I’d never get to taste her again.