Under Cupid's Contract (Love Under Lockdown)

I added another finger and eased her pussy open experimentally. Her lips barely moved, instantly returning to their previous position when I let go.

Removing my hand from her womanhood, I looped both though the sides of her panties, easing them slowly down. Ending up on my knees beneath her as I lifted each of her feet, getting her panties free.

Stroking both hands all the way back up the length of her, I undid her bra. Her full, firm breasts were liberated in short order. My hands explored her upper levels, sliding over the peaks and valleys of her chest, making her hum softly with gentle pleasure.

She turned like a dancer. Smooth and tight. My hands on her ass, lifting her up onto the edge of the table. Vega moved with me easily as I lay her down flat. She propped her feet up on the edge of the table, giving me the most beautiful view. I ran my hands tenderly along her inner thighs to help calm her. Vega palpably relaxed as the reactions of her body synced with the intentions of her mind.

Lowering my head as though to pray, I worshiped at her altar, devouring her sweet young pussy like a starving man and causing Vega to buck and moan beautifully in response. Her delicious responses only made me more emboldened. I reached up and held her hands with both of mine, Vega squeezing back with more intensity than I would have expected. I could tell that she was already getting close.

She came so hard her whole body trembled, making the solid oak table shake. Were there any dishes setting places, they wouldn’t have been there long.

I licked and kissed her pussy, still holding her hands as she returned to equilibrium. Her pussy relaxed considerably, while still remaining rather tight. Wetting a finger, I pressed the tip lightly against her vulva. Taking it slowly, I slipped my finger in inch by inch, stopping on occasion to give her time to breath. Eventually getting in up to her sweet cherry.

“Good girl,” I cooed.

Taking things very easy, I started to move. I slid my finger lovingly inside her, lightly brushing her clit on occasion, making her moan joyously with every instance. I was rapidly easing her towards another orgasm. Her hips moved along with me, in a gorgeous synchronicity.

Working her pussy with one finger, and then two, I decided to add in another element, sucking first one nipple and then the other. Alternating regularly, doing my best to give each an equal amount of attention. Her sweet moans became even more ecstatic.

Vega’s hips raised from the highly polished oak, the full force of orgasm seizing her. Her nearly haunting moans gave voice to the ineffable power of her pleasure. Her pussy squeezed hard around my fingers as she shook.

Equilibrium returned like a fallen leaf landing on the ground. Vega opened her eyes, calm and happy as anything, panting before me. Withdrawing my fingers, three at that point, I tried again to spread her pussy. It went easily, the light, soft skin of her vulva giving way to the bright pink, sweetness of her inner lips.

She was still tight, but much more manageable now that she was nice and relaxed. I no longer feared I might break her simply by trying to penetrate. First though, I had to give a concession to sweet temptation and lick her pussy once more. Her sweet taste and smell filled my senses, enveloping me until they became my world.

Returning to the heights of pleasure, Vega relaxed again, easing down against the table like slipping into a warm bath. I got adventurous and tried three fingers. Getting them almost all the way inside. It was time.

I pulled Vega even further toward the edge of the table. So far that her ass was partially hanging off. She put up no objection or resistance, surrendering her body to me entirely.

When she was in position, I took her legs one at a time and put them over my arms so the joints of her knees were resting on the crooks of my elbows. An elaborate position that was a lot more comfortable than it looked.

A soft moan escaped her as I stroked my cock against her pussy lips. Prepared as she was, Vega was still very sensitive. I would have to be extremely careful. Though I knew that anyway.

I’d never really been a ‘pounding’ kind of guy, seeing sex more as an art form. Similar to music, and while I might have a terrible voice, I did have some sense of rhythm. Each part of the act had its own sections and movements. I treated the first time with any woman as though it were her first time, giving me the chance to learn her body.

Vega shifted her hips. Just enough for the tip of my cock to slip between her pussy lips. The contact with her eager clit made her pause as she cried out in ecstasy. Her desire getting a bit ahead of her. Still, she was ready, or at least thought she was. With almost imperceptible movement, I eased my cock inside her, feeling her heightened heartbeat as it throbbed through her pussy walls. I hoped she could feel mine through my cock. Our lives becoming as one.