Lassoing the Virgin Mail Order Bride

“Clare.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, and her cheeks burn red as if she’s been caught staring at me. I want her looking, and I hope she likes what she sees, but I need more. I need to get my hands on her.

“Take off your clothes, baby.”

After a second of hesitation, her nervous fingers go to her shirt and start to unbutton it. It’s the sweetest torture. Each button she undoes shows me a little more of her perfection. When she’s finished, she slips it off her shoulders. I walk over to her, unable to hold back. I need to touch her. She’s there in a simple white bra, her soft skin glowing.

I reach down to her feet and help her slip off her boots before she stands up and undoes her shorts. She pushes them off her hips, along with her white cotton panties, and I keep my eyes locked on hers. I don’t want to scare her or make her feel embarrassed, so I don’t look anywhere but in her eyes. I see her move to take her bra off, and once I hear it hit the floor, I take her hand and walk us into the shower.

When the warm water hits us, I pull her to me. She closes her eyes and leans back, letting the warm water run through her hair. I reach up and pull the pins out for her, setting them on the shelf in the shower. Her tight blonde curls fall past her shoulders. I run my fingers through them, and she opens her eyes to look at me.

“Let me wash you,” I whisper, as I reach for the shampoo and go to wash her hair.

The lather builds in my fingers as I massage her scalp, and she moans. I feel her warm, wet body press against mine, my hard cock rubbing against her soft belly. Fuck. I’m going to get to do this every night for the rest of my life.

I have to grit my teeth to keep from cumming all over her there. The feeling of her skin on mine is almost enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t know skin could be so soft. My eyes wander down her body, seeing her full breasts with dark pink nipples in hardened peaks. My mouth waters as I look at them, but I just keep washing her hair and thinking about all I want to do to them. I want to suck on her there, and then rub my cock between them, their full weight squeezing me.

When I’m finished with her hair, I put in some conditioner as well and run my fingers through her curls. I look down between us again and see the head of my cock peeking up against her belly. The sight of it, the head nearly purple with need against her creamy skin, is too much.

Clare’s hands come up to my chest, resting there as I reach for the soap and start to clean her body. The bubbles run between us, creating a slickness between our skin. Her curves slide against my body, making my cock pulse with need. As my hands move down her chest and to her breasts, I give each of her nipples a gentle pinch, feeling her press further against me and moan a little at the treatment.

“I’m small,” I hear her soft whisper.

I cup her breast in my hand. “Looks like you’re a perfect fit to me,” I tell her, then slide my thumb across her nipple.

“Cash.”

My name echoes off the tile of the shower as I move down her body and kneel before her. From this view, I can see all of her. Her narrow hips and thighs and the small blonde patch of curls that covers her pussy. The little crease in the middle is so sweet, I want to open it up and taste what she’s got in there for me. Her hard clit and sticky nectar are just waiting for my mouth.

Instead of taking her into my mouth like I want to, I gently wash her there and then move down to her thighs and feet. I’m trying to control my need, though it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Once she’s completely cleaned, I soap up as fast as I can so I can get us out of the shower. Her hands start to wander on my chest, but I have to stop her.

“Not yet, baby. If you touch me too much, I won’t be able to stop. And I made a promise to myself and to us that I’d wait until you were all mine to take you.” I kiss the palms of her hands and lead us out of the shower, drying her off and then drying myself off.

When we’re all finished, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her out to our bed. I pull back the covers and place her down on the sheets, and I climb on top of her. We’re completely naked, and it would be so easy for me to slip inside her little body, but I don’t. I’ll give her as much pleasure as I can tonight, and then I’ll hold her while she sleeps. I’m not sure she can take me, so this may be all we ever have. As much as I want to put my cock fully inside her, I don’t want to risk hurting her.

“My God. How did I get so lucky?”

Her blush hits her cheeks and creeps down her chest. I see her make a move to cover herself, but I gently push her hands away.

“No, baby. Don’t hide. Not from me.” Leaning down, I kiss her lips softly and then move to her neck. “You’re too beautiful. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

I keep moving lower until I reach her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck it a little, then nibble on her there, feeling her squirm under me. I take my time loving one breast and then the other. I lick all around her there, in between them and underneath, where she’s softest. When I’ve tasted every inch of her, I move lower, kissing her soft belly and taking little bites of her there. Clare giggles and moves under me, and I smile against her skin.