The tight knot of her perky nipple poked out against the semi-transparent fabric of her nightdress, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I yanked it down off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. There she stood in front of me, in all her perfection and glory.
“Fuck, Sara,” I said, taking her in as my balls pulsed with seed at the sight of her. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Instinctively, she laughed softly and covered her bare breasts with her forearm. I didn’t like it. Her embarrassment had no place with me. I didn’t want her modesty—I wanted her raw and unfiltered need. I guided her arm away and said, “Never do that ever again. Got it? Never cover yourself in front of me.”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good.” I took her in again and sank down on the bed, sitting on the edge as she stood while I explored her. Here and there on her body she had small, delicate beauty marks, and I moved to kiss each one as she squirmed and giggled, making me harder still than I was already.
There was one above her left breast, one on her right thigh, one on the rim of her bellybutton. Beneath her left breast was a slight discoloration, a birthmark, but the light was too low for me to see it clearly. Her imperfections made her even more beautiful to me. Her body was a vision, and her long dark hair set off the whiteness of her skin.
I drew her to me with one hand on her ass, making sure my fingers dug into the crease between her ass cheek and her thigh. She gathered up my shirt and pulled it over my head. In the moonlight, she traced the scars on my shoulder and chest. “You’ve been through a lot,” she said.
I pressed my head against her chest, and taking one breast in my hand, guided her nipple into my mouth. She let loose a soft, feline growl as I sucked, then slowly, with one finger, I parted the lips of her pussy and her body trembled with pleasure. She was soaked between her thighs. Her scent filled the room, warm…sweet and salty at the same time, like the ocean on a cool evening. I dipped my fingers into her, gently but firmly, teaching her to know her own pleasure.
With each touch, I memorized her response. Her sounds. Committing to the never-ending search for knowledge that would lead to her pleasure.
I was charting the path with her, where no other man had ever or would ever tread. It was a fucking honor to explore her innocence, to know it would only ever be my cock inside her, my fingers penetrating her, my tongue on her flesh. Her clit swelled with each stroke of my fingers.
Even as I breathed in my own delusion, I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. Ground uneven and unsure for perfection like her yielding to a brute like me.
Still, I’d lost my control. I could tell from the pattern of her breathing and the way she dug her fingernails into my shoulder that she was getting close. “You’ve never cum before, have you?”
“No, never,” she whispered toward the ceiling, rocking back slightly on her heels. “But please, Bors. Please don’t stop…”
The word stop had no place in the bedroom with us. “Never.” Keeping my fingers on her pussy, I guided her supple body down onto the bed.
With my other hand I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, freeing my rock-hard cock at last. Twisting, I pushed the pants away and rolled with her, positioning her knees on either side of my face.
Then, kneeling before her, I gently penetrated her with my middle finger before placing my tongue on her clit. I went slow, alternating between circles around her swollen clit and using the flat of my tongue to compress it against her pubic bone. Her flavor burned through me like the devil himself was near. I’d never tasted anything so pure, so perfect. Her scent was a perfume nature created only for me.
Her hand knitted into my hair and her back arched off the bed. I slid my other hand under her ass and placed one finger at the bud of her anus to make her know that I owned her, every fucking inch of her.
As she got closer and closer to orgasm, I slowed my rhythm to make the intensity build. Her body said let me come, but my tongue told her not fucking yet. She poured wetness into my palm, a viscous, silky stream that made me so fucking hard I thought I might just tear her to pieces. I wanted to fucking wreck her. I wanted our cum on the sheets and her virginal blood mixed with it. But I took my time.