“No more waiting,” I said. “I need you now. I need to know what you taste like, what you sound like, what you look like when you come.”
She whimpered wordlessly in response. I bent over and pulled the pants off of her.
“Stand up,” I ordered. I offered a hand toward her to help her off the bed and to her feet. She kept her gaze locked on me as she took it and rose.
Keeping her hand enfolded in mine, I raised it up over her head and turned her in a full revolution. One last moment of taking it all in. That ass, those tits, the perfect, peachy skin…how could any man resist her? How had she not been claimed already? Those were questions for another time.
When she had finished the pirouette and was facing me again, I reached out and grabbed her throat gently in my left hand. I pulled her to me and devoured her mouth while my right hand skittered down her torso, down the front of her panties, and touched the lips of her pussy.
She groaned into my mouth the second I made contact. I spread her wide open and found her clit. The slow circles I made were enough to keep those groans coming. Good. That was exactly what I wanted.
I moved my fingertips down a little farther and found her opening. Inserting one finger slowly, I felt her expand to take me in. She was already slick and it was easy to slip in one finger all the way to the core of her. I curled it against her inner wall and stroked against the rough patch of her g-spot. She responded by trembling in my arms. Beneath my palm, her throat quivered with pent-up moans.
I released both hands and shoved her back onto the bed. She barely had a moment to catch her breath before I fell on top of her, catching my weight with one hand planted on either side of her head. My dick was yearning at the zipper of my jeans as she laid her palms on my skin and explored my arms, my chest, my abs.
I rolled over, bringing her with me and sliding the panties off of her in one motion. She came to a position straddling me. The moonbeam hit her on the side of her face, casting eerie, beautiful shadows on the dark side of her nose and mouth. I didn’t wait to appreciate them; instead, I sat up and plunged my tongue back between her lips.
She moved slowly back and forth, grinding her bare wetness against the desperate bulge in my jeans. Her fingers found my belt and worked it free. She tugged it off of me and threw it behind her, then returned to unlatch the button of my jeans. When both that and the zipper had been dispatched, she reached inside and withdrew the length of my member.
I leaped to life in her hands, stiffening to half-attention. I pulled back to watch her mouth part even farther as she began to slowly stroke me with two hands. I hardened more, until I reached almost all the way up to her belly button. She looked at me with eyes both primal and afraid.
“I…I don’t think I can,” she said fearfully.
“We’ll go slow,” I told her. “Just like I said before. I want to take my time.”
She nodded as if she understood, but when she looked down at my manhood again, I could tell she wasn’t convinced. It wasn’t something that could be explained, anyway. I knew she could take me. I would just have to show her.
I leaned forward again and kissed her gently, then I returned her to her back. I slithered with a wide warpath of kisses down her neck, across her breasts, and along her stomach, until I reached the fork in her legs and I could feel the heat rising from her cunt.
I held my mouth over her mound and exhaled deeply. The air rushed between my lips and over her opening. She shivered at its touch. I slid my hands from her knees, down the inside of her thighs, until I reached the point where they joined her hips. Pressing down with either palm, I urged her legs wider open, so I could bend down and lay my tongue flat along her lips.
Her hands immediately scrambled for the back of my head. She followed the rise and fall of my neck as I began to lap gently at her pussy, mixing the long, slow tease of my tongue’s tip around the outer edges with furtive forays into the depths of her. I licked up to her clit and slurped at it. She tasted just how I’d imagined, a salty sweetness that defied logic but made me hungrier the more I savored it. My pace picked up and I forced her thighs down wider so she was butterflied in front of me and I was running my tongue around her clit and pussy in a rapid circuit.