At the forefront of Gina’s beauty was her face. She carried that face girls carry when all their angelical traces of youth bump into the tenets of a luscious woman. Full of life rotund red lips on a wide mouth. Thick eyelashes that shaded her beautiful blue eyes, which had the color of deep oceans on a bright sunny day. Blonde wavy hair that continuously fell straight down her back, almost touching her heart-shaped butt. My date was the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever gazed upon.
I stared at her, at how perfect she was. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how hard it was for her to even fathom the idea of selling her virginity for cash — let alone going through with the whole experience with a total stranger. She had balls. I had to give her that. She was bold, brave yet so innocent, reserved. I admired her so much.
“You are the most beautiful woman my eyes have seen, Gina.”
She blushed as her eyes fell, staring at her toes almost in embarrassment. I took a stride, stood in front of her so that our naked bodies were only an inch apart, and pushed her hair behind her ear. She raised her face. Her eyes met mine. Pushing her body upwards, she stood on her toes elevated, inviting me for a kiss. I obliged. Our mouths locked for a brief moment before she pulled back and asked me to paint on her like she did on me.
“But I’m not a painter, Gina,” I said amidst laughter, feeling surprised.
She grabbed my hand, led me to a tub of orange paint, dipped my hand in, and then drew lines on her belly. She let go of my hand, standing there looking at me with intent. Damn! I loved every bit of this.
I drew random shapes across her body, intentionally avoiding contact with her nipples and navel. Her breathing increased with every movement my fingers made. She sighed, then moaned softly every time the skin on my finger came into contact with her body.
I dipped my hand in another tub of paint, but this time I wanted to paint her back. I stood behind her, drawing vertical lines running from her neck, down her spine, ending right on her butt. Gina moaned softly; her body stiffened a little bit. The urge to caress her was so consuming.
I added a little mix to the painting and started to kiss her neck as my finger drew lines on her back. She moaned loudly when my tongue made contact with the skin on her neck, mumbling something to herself. I kissed her all the way down to her butt cheeks, feeling her butt stiffen under my tongue.
The urge to caress her body got the better of me. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I moved around and stood right in front of her. Gina stood in front of me, her chest rising, falling steadily. Her eyes looked at me with a lot of intent and anticipation.
Chapter Seven - Gina
I could feel Elijah’s hands slipping down to massage my shoulders. I reached up, held his hands tight against mine. I could see he was surprised; it was written all over his face. Slowly, I pulled his hands down towards my breasts until each hand was cupping a breast. I squeezed his mighty strong hands tightly against my mounds. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in so that my chest rose with his hands still cupping my breasts and slowly breathed out. I wanted to take in every moment of this glorious encounter.
My mind was now racing, flying all the way from the moment I first heard him call my name to the moment he undressed and stood exposed before my eyes. In a flash, I recalled all the pleasures we had shared up until this moment.
His grip on my breasts tightened. I let out a soft moan. As he towered over my naked body, he leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of my head.
I was so turned on at this stage, I felt like something, or someone else had taken control over my body. I didn’t want this feeling to end.
I reached up, pulled his head down, and locked our mouths together. His tongue darted out a little bit. As my lips opened, he gently pushed his tongue into mine. Our tongues grappled frantically. He sucked on mine like a starving man.
I swear I could almost feel his blood rushing to his groin, filling his manhood. The thought of turning on Elijah turned me on even more. In an instant, his cock was hard, throbbing, pushing against my belly. I stole a glance, looking down. The sight of his fully erect dick drove me insane.
My hands slid over, grabbing his throbbing cock. He let out a loud moan amidst kisses, biting my lower lip. His hips moved back and forth, dancing with the movement of my hands as I stroked his cock.