Whispered Curses

I laughed. "As a matter of fact, I really do. We just had a rough wooden scale model of Toronto constructed so that everyone can visualize different buildings and how they will affect what's around them."

"I'd love to see that," she said softly.

"Anytime.”

She was already pushing her plate away. "That was incredible. I'm stuffed. Thank you so much."

Her eyes were bright and clear, and she looked so delicious that I knew I couldn’t resist her any longer. "Are you hungover at all?" I asked, trying not to leer.

"Not in the slightest."

"You've had enough coffee that you would consider yourself wide awake?"

"Yes.” Her eyebrow raised slightly as she realized I was getting at something, but she didn't know what.

Pushing my plate away, I stood up and dabbed my mouth with the napkin. Taking her hand, I led her to the empty end of the kitchen island, wrapping my hands around her waist as I pulled her against me. "There's something I've been craving for a long time, and I wondered if you could help me."

Brushing my thumb along her bottom lip, she nodded slowly. "Anything."

It thrilled me to see how aroused she was just from standing pressed against me. I kissed her gently, her supple lips moving softly under mine, driving us both wild. I could feel a tremor run through her as my hand slid down to grip her ass firmly.

"I'm still hungry,” I said, surprised at the dark tone of my voice.

"Tell me what you need," she purred.

Grabbing the hem of her dress, I started pulling it up very slowly, while watching her soft eyes. She bit her lip shyly, but gave me a nod. Pulling it off completely, I had known that she wasn't wearing a bra from how thin the fabric was. But her little red lace panties were the perfect mix of seductive and sweet. Taking a

step back, I stared at her lovely soft skin. “Breathtaking,” I whispered, making her blush.

Skimming my fingers around her waistband, I began to pull them down very slowly. "Once you're naked, I'm going to put you up on the counter, and eat your sweet pussy until I am completely satisfied. What do you think of that?"

She looked like she was twitching, fluttering slightly from head to toe. Pulling her against me, I breathed into her ear, "I think I'm going to need to hear you say ‘no’, or ‘fuck yes’."

She looked up at me, then suddenly gripped the back of my neck, kissing me hard. I couldn't believe the heat rolling off of this gorgeous girl.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Close enough."

Pulling her panties off, I lifted her onto the counter, loving her squeal as her butt hit the chilly marble. Spreading her legs, I reached up to caress her breasts while kissing the inside of her knees, turning my head back and forth.

I loved the feeling of her nipples turning into tight peaks under my thumb as I moved from one side to the other. I adored her gasps as I kissed up her inner thighs.

I stared at her naked pink pussy, so open and inviting. I’d always thought it was a beautiful thing when a woman opened herself to a man. I knew that she must have felt nervous, vulnerable, and likely curious as well. Yet she was allowing me to play with her so intimately.

Instead of moving higher, I worked lower, all the way down to her ankle bone before skimming my lips slowly all the way back up to her inner thigh. Grazing my tongue along the seam where her leg met her body, I heard her soft sigh.

“You look so precious laid out for me like a buffet, gorgeous," I murmured.

"I love the way you touch me," she whispered.

Her hips wriggled slightly, and I could feel that she was getting impatient. Spreading her labia gently with my thumbs, her soft, delicate pussy was imprinting on my memory as my new favorite vision. Examining her carefully, I flattened my tongue against her little nub of nerves, licking her slow and steady while she moaned softly.

Circling her pussy lips with my finger, I nudged in very slightly. She was already hot and slippery, and it felt like her tunnel was trying to pull my finger in. Thrusting slowly and carefully, I glided inside her.

It sounded like her breath was hitching, already slightly ragged. Feeling her thighs quiver around my ears made my pulse race, as I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit over and over.

I added a second finger to her pulsing pussy, gliding slow and deep through her softness. Circling her clit with my tongue, her desperate moans were making me harder than I'd ever been before.