“You’re beautiful,” I murmur as I position myself between her legs and lean over her.
“No,” she shakes her head.
“Yes, you are. I’m going to spend the night showing you.”
I spread her tanned legs. She doesn’t resist.
I run my tongue up one leg and then the other as she shifts under me. I can’t get enough of her sweetness. She tastes like vanilla gelato on a summer day but instead of beating the melt, I’m taking my time. I lick around the outside, teasing her, flicking my tongue to drive her stark, raving mad as she clutches the blankets on the bed. She moans and squirms as if it’s painful, but I know it feels good and she’ll beg for more if I stop.
Using my fingers to enter her, I continue to lick her inner lips, making sure she can watch as I do so.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she half moans.
I reach above her, pulling straps from the bed’s corners, and slip the Velcro cuffs around her wrists and ankles, securing them in place.
I massage her feet. With an, “Oh”, she squeals and twists away from me.
“Keep your eyes closed.” I retrieve a feather teaser from the drawer in my nightstand and gently touch her stomach with it, making her quiver.
She complies like I knew she would. She didn’t expect me to make love to her but she’s reveling in her desires and seeing me in a new light. I can’t help but drop my guard when I’ve waited so long.
I don’t think she minds not being in control right now. She’s out of her childhood bedroom and becoming a woman. My woman.
I run the tickler over her breasts that are begging to be touched, the nipples hard and erect. And yet I restrain myself. Using the feathers to excite her more, I drag the tickler to her trimmed mound and run it between her legs and the inside of her thighs.
Her breathing is rapid. She pulls against the wrist restraints. I toss the tickler and drop kisses on her side, her abs and circle back to her full breasts where I grab them with the strength in my hands causing her eyes to open wide with surprise.
“Ouch,” she moans.
“Sorry.”
“It felt kind of good,” she grins. “I can take it,” she adds but I can tell she’s exhausted from the intense foreplay and she’s at the end of her patience as I rub her clit and my fingers are soaked with her.
I lick them; just as sweet as I thought, and then some.
“What do you want?” I demand.
“You.”
“I don’t know if you’ve had enough yet,” I tease.
“Fuck me, now,” she demands through gritted teeth. Her body quivers in anticipation as I kiss her between her thighs, licking her nub and sucking her nectar.
I know what she wants as I lean over her, our eyes meeting as I reach up and unclasp the restraints around her wrists. She immediately clutches my large cock as perspiration beads on my neck. I’m prepared to make her mine at last.
I circle my engorged cock around her opening, rubbing her juices around her vaginal lips as she moans and squirms as if it hurts but I know she’s ripe with desire.
I lean back and unclasp her ankles.
“Now,” she weakly protests my delay and tugs at my chest hair, bringing our lips together for a succulent kiss; like a plant that needs water, she needs me to fill her up.
“You are mine, Valentina.”
I enter her, dipping the fat head of my cock into her opening, one last tease. When she struggles against the restraints, I know she’s ready. I plunge into her, hard, giving her all of me at once, and there’s a lot of me.
She gasps, catching her breath. Then she lifts her buttocks off the covers and grinds against me, greedy for more. Increasing the tempo, she meets me thrust for thrust.