I moved further up onto her and began to kiss her again – partly because I loved the feel of her lips and partly just to stop the garbled run on nonsense she was uttering.
She wrapped her arms around me, held me firmly against her I began to drive my finger hard and fast into her.
The liquid little noises of each stroke I gave her blended with the faint mewling little gasps she let out whenever my hand bottomed out.
I ached for her.
She was so hot, so very much absolutely everything I wanted, from the soft velvety skin of her shaven mons to the rose-pink flush on her chest to the intense pleasure of the way she moved under me to the faint scent of her musky, inebriating scent.
I was utterly and irrevocably lost to her.
I wanted to blow her mind.
I wanted to make her want to keep me.
I curled my finger over to put pressure against the gently ribbed front wall of her vagina and the tone and timbre of her noises changed.
She began to writhe, to undulate under me; I could feel her thighs quivering.
She broke free, gasping loudly, clawing my back to the point of pain, but I ignored it as irrelevant; I was too consumed with the way she felt, the way she moved, the way every little sound telegraphed just how much she wanted and needed this.
“Willa,” she begged, “Willa, please…”
I took her nipple between my teeth and bit down gently.
She moaned and her leg jerked under me.
I added my tongue, rolling it on and around the hard firm nub of her.
The muscles of her belly began to quiver; her breaths became shorter, even more high-pitched.
I shifted, released her, kissed up over nipple and breast and shoulder to her neck, where I began to nuzzle and nibble again.
I could feel her stiffening.
Soon she began to moan low, almost disturbing little sounds.
I increased my tempo, and then, acting on my own desire to… to possess her… I added my ring finger to her tight little pussy as well.
She cried out, then seemed to lose control as she clamped her thighs on my hand and thigh and began to hump up madly against me, grunting little gasps in and out.
She didn’t cry out again, didn’t scream or whimper in ecstasy like some girls I’d been with.
With her it seemed more primal than that – her entire body quivering as her muscles clamped and released over and over and over on my deeply buried fingers.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever.
Then… finally… she slowly slumped back down. Her legs fell apart, she let out a slow, breathy groan.
And she lay there, eyes closed, flushed pink from heaving breasts to cheeks to belly to the hot scarlet of her mons and labia… just panting.
Some time passed before she took one long deep breath. Then she pulled at my shoulders and dragged me to her and crushed me in against her.
I heard her sniff once; and I closed my eyes and lay quiet against her, letting her just be.
I left my fingers in her, though, because I didn’t want to miss a moment of access to her absolutely delicious body.
And every so often I’d shift them slightly, and she’d moan almost inaudibly and shimmy against me.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, when I couldn’t bear her silence any more.
“Not even slightly.”
“What’s wrong?” I breathed.
“Still trying to work that bit out…”
“Oh. Do… shall I get out of you…”
“No! No,” she added, softer. “I love them where they are. I… it’s just… oh God, Willa, that was so intense. I’ve… I’ve never experienced anything like that. So… so… I’m just…”
“Overwhelmed?” I gently suggested.
“You certainly left me… senseless for a bit there.”
I raised myself on my elbow and stared down at her. She stared right back. She kept trying to frown but a smile would always break through.
I grinned. “Endorphins are fun, aren’t they.”
“You are all the fun I ever want. That was… unforgettable. I needed that. Thank you.”
She slid her hand down my back, teasing her soft touch gently along the muscles on either side of my spine.
I shivered.
“So… how are you doing?” she asked me, almost shyly.
“I’d hump a log into sawdust right about now,” I muttered. “I… I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny. Or this wet. Ever. God… oh my God, Sam. Look. Look at that. I’m actually dripping. You’ve actually got me so aroused that I’m dripping.”
She grinned up at me. “So… you enjoyed that then?”
“You… you intoxicate me. You, your body, the scent of you, the sounds you made when you came… I could never get enough of any of that.”
“Mm.”
She slipped her hand downwards, nudged at my hip. “Roll away a bit,” she begged. “I want to touch you again.”
I shifted my leg, opened myself, granting her access; I bit my lip hard as she fumbled at me, arching forward a bit as she found my clit again.
“That’s the spot,” I grunted. “Oh, oh that’s nice…”
“You feel magical,” she whispered. “And so… so slippery. Can I… look at you?”
“Look… at me? What…”
“At your lips. Your pussy. Your… clitoris. I’ve… never seen anyone else’s…”
“Oh. Nobody’s ever… asked me that before. I always kind of assumed permission was… mm… implicitly given…”
“Well, I’m asking.”
“You can look, touch, taste, feel, be in absolutely any part of me you want to,” I told her earnestly. “I’m serious. I’m… I’m here for you. You can have me any way you need to. Any… uhn… bit of me…”
“Any bit?” she said, grinning. “So like, nostrils and so on are on the table here?”
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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