“Really?” she breathed. “There are rules? For me? You’re really going to hold me to them? On my first time? Really? For shame, Willa…”
“Uh… huh…” I whimpered, as she leaned in and brushed her lips to my neck. “Rules. Undress… uhn… me…”
“Oh well,” she whispered. “I suppose I’d better get started then…”
I stood, heart thumping madly, as she slowly began to unbutton my blouse and fold it back and away from me.
“Lace,” she said, with a sudden shudder. “I somehow knew it would be. I like lace on you. It’s… oh God, it’s so hot to think of you wearing it all evening…”
Her breasts were warm against me as she fumbled and fiddled with my clothes; she quickly located and tripped the clasp of my bra and released me, making a little noise of satisfaction as she did so.
“You’re awfully quiet,” she added. “Am… am I doing okay?”
“So much more than okay. I’m… just… loving the pampering,” I managed.
“Pampering. Mm. That’s a good word. Pampering. I might have to make a habit of that…”
“Oh please,” I breathed.
She found the tiny brass buckles that secured my skirt. “I’m going to finish stripping you now,” she announced. “Unless… unless you…”
“Do it. Stop taunting and just do it. I’m at risk of having an accident right here if you don’t; you’ve got me wound so tight.”
She nibbled gently at my shoulder and slowly worked first the one and then the other buckle free; my skirt unwrapped and dangled from my hips, secured only by the last little modesty button that she quickly slipped free of its buttonhole.
And then she slowly eased my arms free from my blouse, and relieved me of my bra, dropping both carelessly aside.
“Oh my word, Willa,” she whispered. “I’ve never been with a woman. And now I really do think that that was a huge mistake. God, you’re gorgeous.”
“You don’t need to sweet talk me to get me naked for you…” I whispered, blushing fiercely.
“I’m just saying it so it’s been said. Some words… need to be spoken.”
She put her hands to her belly and fiddled with her buttons, then slid her jeans down and off her hips, exposing the almost non-existent little black g-string that was all that still clothed her.
I stared at her, for once at a loss for words.
“Willa?”
“Uh huh…”
“I’ll take your undies off if you do mine,” she said with a cheeky little smile.
“You’re very… playful… tonight.”
“I… I’m not usually. You’re… different. You do this to me. I want to… to do this little dance for you.”
She slowly eased my soaked knickers down off me, then stood, appraising me for a moment.
“Now me,” she said with a little shiver in her voice.
So I knelt down in front of her, and slowly, slowly slid her g-string down the perfect curve of her thighs.
“Oh fuck me,” I groaned, staring at her meticulously-shaven lips with their little landing strip above them and the glistening little pink cleft between them.
“I’d kind of like to, you know,” she said. I glanced up; she was grinning. Then her grin faded. “But… you’re going to have to tell me… um… how you like it.”
I reached up and pulled my hairpins free. I dropped them onto my clothes and shook out my hair. Then I stood back up and kissed her slowly and gently, full on her lips.
She shuddered.
“How about I show you instead,” I whispered.
“Okay,” she moaned.
She took my hand, and pulled me to the bed. She fell backwards onto it, pulling me after her, laughing like a girl as I landed half on her. Then she lay there, staring up at me, and her grin faded.
“You make me feel… young again,” she said, almost sadly.
“Let me remind you how young you are,” I answered her. I eased my way up towards her, and lowered myself mostly onto her, and slowly began to kiss her neck as I toyed with her nipple. She whimpered and flailed for my thigh and pulled it up and over her so that she could force her leg in between mine.
I paused for a moment as I felt it pressing on me again.
“You do love being… between my legs,” I said, squirming slightly against her.
“I… like the idea of… spreading you. I like… feeling that heat… on me…”
“Tease.”
“Says the… the girl who… didn’t let me finish… teasing her…” she panted.
“Teasing is it. Like… this?”
She was so wet, and so hot, and her lovely little clit was a wonderful firm nub under my questing fingertip.
She moaned loudly, spread her other leg out and away to open herself.
“You’re soaked,” I whispered as I slowly teased my fingertip around her.
“Never… get like this…ever… any more…”
“Never?”
“Need lube… sometimes…to play… but… oh… but you feel so good against me…oh, that’s so good…”
I gently parted her inner lips, probed and stroked and teased against the tight line of her entrance. She dug her nails into my flank, stared up at me with a vague little frown.
“Please… Willa…”
“What?”
“Just… be in me… just…fill me with you…”
“Are you sure…”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Just… just fuck me… just…”
And she arched upwards, moaning softly as I slipped my middle finger into her. She flailed at my hand to hold it buried deep in her as her muscles clenched hard, twice, on me.
“Willa,” she moaned. “Oh, oh Willa, oh, you just have… have no idea how good that is.”
I eased my finger backwards, then nuzzled softly into her neck as I pushed hard into her.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. “Oh fuck I need you. I need you so much. I… I want to come on you. Please, can I come on you? Just… just do me hard, please, please I need it, don’t be gentle, just… oh… oh please…”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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