Beautiful Scamp

My voice is hoarse and deep when I speak. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I ask, squeezing her nipples and drawing a whimper of pleasure-pain from her lips as she shakes her head.

“No, Valiant.”

“Has anyone ever seen you—” I grit my teeth, barely able to say the words. “Ever seen you like this?”

“No.” She shakes her head violently, her red-brown and pink hair flailing around her head. “No. I’ve never wanted anyone but you. I—I’m a virgin. Is that okay?”

“More than okay. It’s perfect,” I breathe, leaning forward and kissing her collarbone, then down over her chest, nipping teeth at the soft flesh of her left breast and then pulling her lace bra down until I can get at her nipple. “If anyone had ever seen you like this, Scamp, I’d have killed them. Then I’d have walked into hell and killed them again, just to wipe them from existence. I want you to know, I’ve only been with someone once before. It was a long time ago and she meant nothing to me. I can’t even picture her face. It wasn’t anything like this. It was just a means to an end, for both of us. Being with you, with someone I love, is a completely new experience for me too.”

She gasps. “You said love.”

“And I meant it. I know I still need to earn your trust, but when you’re ready I hope you’ll say it back.”

The darkened peak of her nipple resists my tongue as I put my mouth to her breast, but I hear her breath quicken as I swirl saliva over it and around the puckered flesh of her areola. My hand slips to her waist and I guide her forward until I can feed her breast into my mouth, moving, biting gently as I take as much of her between my lips as I can. My fingers slide lower, over her skirt, trailing over her fishnet-covered thigh and then around, between her legs.

She yelps. “Valiant, I’m—I’m so wet right now.”

I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh, making her shiver. “Wet for me,” I say.

“Yes. For you.”

“And I’m going to treasure it,” I tell her as I shift back, lowering my face, kissing her stomach, slipping my tongue into her navel and listening to her gasp. “It’s a gift, Scamp. Your gift to me.” I glance up to see her looking down, and she nods, but her cheeks are tipped with red under the round rings of her glasses as I’m moving lower. She knows where I’m heading. “Don’t be afraid or embarrassed. This is what I want. Your pleasure is my pleasure and your pussy is ready to show me how much you want that.”

She nods again. “Val, I’m yours. Please tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” I tell her. “Mine to enjoy, mine to take care of, mine to protect.”

And with that, I flip up her skirt and move forward. Scamp mewls as my mouth connects with the burning heat between her legs. Her lace panties are soaked with her cream, and I breathe in the musky scent of her as I mold my mouth to her sex. She gasps and yelps as I lick her through the fabric of her panties, panting as she reaches up, her hand flattening against the roof of the car.

Finally, I get both my hands on the waistband of her underwear and with a sharp tug, rip them from her in a crack of tearing fabric. A thin line of hair traces for a couple of inches, leading my eyes down to her beautiful, damp pussy lips.

My fingertip runs along that dark line, then she shudders as it slides around her petals and I watch them open, then placing my lips once again against her most intimate spot, I lick her gently.

“Val!” she cries. “Please, I need it!”

Her wish is my command, and I brush the tip of my tongue over her hot button. She yelps and squirms, leaning back to give me more of herself.

“Yes…” Her voice is a panting moan. “Like that. More! Faster…”

Doing as she commands, I increase my speed as I swirl over her clit with my tongue and add gentle finger pressure to her opening. Scamp’s breathing flutters as she groans, her hands flailing and catching hold of the dash, her hips rocking against me as more fluid leaks into my mouth and I swallow it down gratefully.

And then it happens. With a shudder, I hear her scream loud, and I’m sure anyone passing by must know what’s going on in here right now but I don’t care. Let the whole world know, because then they’ll know that she belongs to me.

Only to me.

“Fuck!” she cries out as she quivers and tips over into a trembling orgasm, the sound of her nails scraping against the dash, the feel of her thighs squeezing together against the sides of my head, the taste of her release, the scent of her arousal. “Fuck…” she says again in a low moan as her hips gently rock, “I’ve never… It’s never been like this. When I’ve touched myself it’s always been a slow, gentle release…” It almost sounds like she’s talking to herself as she clutches my hair and presses me into her sex, and I gladly accept my role, licking gently, bringing her back down until she breathes a gentle sigh.