His Perfect Passion

Oh, dear Lord! He was taking in her scent, aroused and blooming for him! The intimacy of how he attempted to consume her simply made her burn hotter.

When he dipped down and pressed her folds apart like a butterfly, she twitched.

“Easy,” he cooed, and then he unleashed his tongue. Licking, he made a single stroke over the sensitive skin at her slit, like he might draw cream off a spoon.

Marianne moaned at the ecstasy, the sounds coming out of her without volition. If she had known it would feel like this, resistance would have been the last thing on her mind.

He lifted his head and spoke to her. “Delicious. I want to remember this forever. Your innocent flavor as it is now…before I take you. So I may never forget how perfect you were in this moment.”

Her eyes instantly filled with tears at his declaration. Darius might never want to forget her maiden flavor, but she would never forget those words. It was like he’d reached inside her and cradled her heart in his hands.

He dipped his head back down for more.

Yes, ohhhh yes, more please! He swirled over every part except for the swollen nub at the center that cried out for some touching. Circling all around, he never brushed it with his tongue. He pushed two fingers just a little way inside, and her inner muscles instinctively clamped down on the penetration.

Slowly, he worked his fingers back and forth, all the while keeping with the stroking of his tongue. Marianne’s response was to yield to him, to his tongue. God, she was his slave in this and thought she’d die if he stopped. Her cunny grew wetter and wetter, until she was drenched. She was ready to have him inside her. Ready to be taken.

He stopped, lifting his mouth away just a bit. “Do you feel pleasure, Marianne?” he asked, looking up at her. His mouth was shiny, his lips covered with her essence, glistening as he asked the question.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me? Inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Say it!”

“I want you! Please…inside me!”

He rewarded her. She understood that he was rewarding her for her obedience. He put his lips back down onto her clit and kissed it.

She came. Her body tensed against the glorious, drawing suck he made upon her clit. The part of her capable of taking her to heaven.

“Dariussss!” She shouted out his name as the massive climax took hold, controlling her, making her arch and buck against his fingers and tongue and lips. There was nothing left in the universe but the crashing shards of pleasure ripping through her and the magnificence he could create with his mouth.

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Hearing Marianne cry his name was a divine gift. The way her lips formed as they produced the sounds was indescribable in this moment of intimacy with her.

Darius wouldn’t wait for her to ride out the orgasm though. He had to get inside her now, discover her, know her now, in this moment while she was climaxing.

His robe fell open as he crawled up to mount her. Darius set the blunt head of his cock to her hot, drenched flesh, thinking that this first contact felt so very right. The sensation of meeti

ng her pussy to his prick stalled his breath.

Taking himself in hand, he rubbed the tip in her moisture first and then pushed until the head of him was inside and rested against a barrier. He knew what it was—the wall of her hymen. Sitting back on his knees, he cradled her from underneath, his big hands holding her steady. He lifted her towards him.

“Now, Marianne! Now I finally make you mine.” Her head rocked back at the same moment he drove into her untouched sheath. There was a give in her body as he breached the barrier. Her soft cry pierced the silence, and his heart. He hated to hurt her.

Like a sword sliding into a scabbard, his cock settled into her as she accepted him inside her body. And it was glorious.

“Ahhh…you’re so good, Marianne.”

Her fluttering inner muscles gripped fiercely onto his shaft. The pleasure at being inside her finally was beyond his wildest imaginings. He held it in, giving her a chance to settle. Wet quim clutched around burning cock.

Such unbelievable pleasure in her. My God!

The need to kiss her overpowered the knowledge of exactly where he was in this moment. Dipping to take her lips, he covered her whole mouth with his and thrust his tongue in deep. She moved underneath him and made a sound. Just a small rolling undulation, and just the lightest moan, but in combination they worked as a signal. A gentle expression of submission and want, and he knew she was ready.