After a short time, I walk into the kitchen and grab two bottles of water and return to the bedroom. When I get back, I notice that she’s stopped crying, and thank fuck. Seeing her tears makes my chest ache, my heart hurt. I don’t care what’s made her cry, I just want to destroy it and wipe away her tears.
I unscrew the bottle of water and make her drink almost half of it. Her face is somewhat pale, and I don’t like that look on her. I want her smiling, happy, and healthy.
“You want me to make you come now?”
Her still red eyes light up, and I wonder if she thought I would actually leave her in here like this, without bringing that pussy of hers pleasure.
“Yes, please,” she responses shyly.
I pull the blanket back slowly revealing her body inch by inch. She’s still tinier than I would like, but nothing a little extra food can’t fix. My eyes survey her body, her delicate throat, her heaving breasts, and smooth tummy that leads down to a pretty pink pussy that’s all mine.
My eyes hone-in on her already stiffened nipples and I can’t help but bring my mouth to one to suck on it. She arches off the bed slightly, pushing her breast into my mouth and I graze my teeth over the sensitive flesh, nipping at the little bud. Her skin smells like vanilla, and even tastes like it too. She moans under my touch and I take her other breast into my hand, kneading the flesh. I roll her hard nipple between my two fingers while I suck on the other.
Fuck! Sex, especially foreplay, has never been this explosive before. Now it’s maddening, all-consuming and I can’t get enough of her. I need to have her, however I can, whenever I can.
I release her breast and look up at her, taking in her beautiful face. Her big doe-like brown eyes are so trusting now, filled to the brim with need, a need that she knows only I can meet.
Her creamy white flesh isn’t pale anymore, her cheeks have turned a soft shade of pink, reminding me of the color of her pretty pussy. A pussy I plan to have my tongue and fingers in shortly.
“Do you want me to uncuff you now or after I make you come?” Her cheeks turn crimson at my question, and I know she is still too ashamed to admit what she wants, so I make the choice for her. “I’m going to leave these on while I eat you out, maybe I’ll do more than eat you out, we shall see, but there won’t be anything you can do but take the pleasure I give you. I won’t stop, Gracie, I’ll never stop.”
She shudders at my words but this time purely from anticipation and not because she is scared. I don’t want her scared of me, not now at least. Now I want to devour her, feel her quiver, and beg. I move down her body, and she squirms into the mattress as I press soft kisses against her stomach, blazing a path of heat along the way. Once I reach her pussy, I lick my lips and kiss the top of her mound.
A tiny moan fills the air at the contact of my lips against her smooth pussy. Spreading her legs with my body, I look down at her pink flesh, seeing the wetness of her arousal as it coats her thighs and her folds. Fuck, her reaction to me is still something I wouldn’t have ever expected. I wedge myself deeper between her thighs, gripping her by the ass, and lifting her, making certain she can’t escape me.
She’ll never escape me.
I lower my head and run my tongue right over the glistening skin. Instinctively, she tilts her hips, pushing her pussy into my face, as if she knows exactly what she needs and this time I let her. I let her grind those slick folds against my mouth. She’s so wet, so delicious, that my cock is already begging to sink deep inside her again.
I tamp the need down… this is about her.
Closing my lips around her clit I suck on the small bud, drawing deep moans out of her. She’s still trying to fuck my face, telling me she needs more, and I listen by snaking one of my hands down to her center. I growl, feeling the wetness against my fingers.
I dip two fingers into her tight channel at once. She is so wet that they glide in with ease, so I add a third, stretching her tightness. She moans loudly and I feel her pussy quiver around my thick digits. She wants to come, but in order to do that she’ll have to make a promise.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” She cries out, as I pull away, keeping my fingers still inside her.