Laying a hand on her belly, I angled my fingers and slid them up inside her in such a way that each stroke would hit both her clit and her G-spot. Using a gentle, ‘come here’ motion, I pleasured her sweet little pussy, bringing her to a massive G-spot orgasm.
I could hardly believe I had actually found her: a women I could honestly, deeply love, in the way written about in books. I had given up long ago, deciding such whimsical notions to be as real as Oz or Neverland, that they were ideas made up by mere mortals and sold to others to help them feel better about the cold emptiness of existence… I was something of a cynic at the time.
The more I was with Emma, though, the more I began to question my long-held opinions. I still believed that there were things people said to get by, little white lies told, particularly to ourselves, to make life easier. However, I was beginning to suspect that love was not one of them.
When she was ready, I started in on her again, working her up in a similar way as before. This time, however, when I felt her beginning to cum, the strong, young muscles of her tight, pink pussy getting tight around my fingers, making the fit even more snug than usual, I stopped.
She actually whimpered as I held fast, my fingers still inside her, her body visibly relaxing as she came down from a near-orgasmic high. When she had gotten all the way back down, I started again, harder, building her up once more, even faster than before, to the very tipping end of a massive, G-spot orgasm. Again, I stopped at the crucial moment, slowly moving my fingers as she came back to Earth, enough to feel good, but not enough to make her come.
“Please, master,” she begged, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
That was what I wanted to hear. Using my other hand to press down on her pelvis to increase the pressure even more, I worked her pussy hard, making her feel every movement, hitting all the right spots each time. Within minutes, she was coming all over the place. Were it not for the ropes, I was sure she would have been thrashing about. Even with them, it was quite clear the level of ecstasy to which I had brought her.
Slamming back down on the bed, panting hard, Emma looked at me imploringly. Getting the wipes I had stowed in the drawer, I cleaned her up nice, kissing her all over, from face to feet, when I was finished. It appeared as though my sweet Emma I liked having her toes sucked. I made a mental note.
My cock was still quite hard at that point. Watching her cum like that making me more excited than anything. I loved watching her orgasm, or get close and then not. It was a beautiful agony for both of us.
When she had settled down, I joined her in the rose heart, kneeling between her spread legs. Holding her pussy open with my hands, I leaned down, and gave my pet a long, loving lick along her sweet pussy lips.
A moan rose up out of her, long and heartfelt, settling down into a series of gasps and moans as I kept licking, using every formation I knew to get her to three orgasms in a row. They were a bit more subtle then what I had done with my fingers, though Emma didn’t seem to mind one bit. Licking her until she was squeaky clean, it was time for the big show.
Kissing my way song her body, blazing a trail from her pussy to her mouth, I gently mounted Emma, the head of my cock teasing her wet and ready pussy. Taking my cock by the base, I slid in the head, relishing the view as Emma closed her eyes and rose along with me.
Working with just the head for a while, I gradually introduced the rest until I was all the way in, my balls pressing gently against Emma’s beautiful, shapely ass. If I thought she could handle it, I would have tried putting it in her ass, but there was a bit too much of a chance of shocking, or worse, harming her, neither of which I wanted to do.
When she was ready, I pulled back to about three-quarters depth and pounded back in, Emma gasping and rising as I did. I did it a few more times, Emma moving right along with me, taking it like a champ.
After a few more minutes of hard fucking, I eased back a bit, getting to about half depth and starting in again, thrusting at a more regular rhythm.
“Moan, pet,” I said, giving permission for what I knew she wanted to do anyway, “Let me hear you.”