He pressed both of her breasts together, licking the tips with his tongue. Rose moaned. She kept still as he sucked on her sweet little nipples. Her tits were so large and her nipples so small, but Peter found them addictive. She smelt like strawberries, really luscious and sweet.
“So perfect.” He rubbed his thumbs against each tight bud. Caressing his hands down her sides, he kissed a path to her full rounded stomach. Even though she’d been withheld food, her curves were still in place. He kissed the bottom of her stomach just above her pubic hair.
Peter chanced a glance up at her before settling between her thighs. Her legs were wide open, and her feminine scent permeated the air. “Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to lick your clit and bring you to orgasm, and then I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’ll go gentle.”
She nodded, staring down at him.
“Tell me no, and I’ll stop.” Only when he was satisfied she understood his words did he gaze down at her pussy. Her pubic hair covered her outer lips. Peter opened her lips exposing her creamy slit. Rose was turned on, and her clit was glistening in the low light. Her scent grew stronger.
Her clit was red and swollen begging to be stroked. He watched her response as he pressed a thumb to her aching bud.
Rose screamed out, sitting up on the bed.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m touching your clit,” he said.
She lay back, and he noticed she was shaking a little from his caresses. He touched her lightly, trying to get her used to the small touches of his fingers. Peter watched her responses. Her nipples tightened even more, and her stomach shook. Cream spilled from her body, encouraging his touches.
When she stopped jerking from the caress of his fingers Peter replaced them with his tongue. He licked in one long stripe over her creamy slit. Circling the nub, Peter teased her relentlessly. He felt her close to the edge, and he pulled away.
Pinching her nipples between his thumb and finger he increased the pressure watching her writhe in pleasure.
“Feels so good,” she said, squirming at his touches.
Peter drew everything out until he finally brought her to her first orgasm. Rose sat up on the bed, crying out, shaking and gripping his hair. He kept up his teases until her first orgasm began to ebb away.
Wiping her juices from his chin, he moved up the bed, wrapping an arm around her.
“Wow,” she said, smiling.
“I take it you’ve never experienced an orgasm before?” he asked.
“No. That’s my first.”
Peter felt a huge sweep of possessive pleasure knowing he was going to be the first man to have her.
He’d be the only man to have her. There was no way he’d be able to share her with another man like William had Daisy.
“Get ready for many more firsts,” Peter said, kissing her.
She pulled away licking her lips. “What’s that taste?”
“It’s your pussy, baby. You’ve got such a nice taste. I’ll be going down on you again.” He stroked her cheek seeing her eyes glistening. “What’s the matter, Rose?” he asked. “You can talk to me about anything.”
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Rose didn’t know the right words. How did she communicate her thoughts? Her body was humming from the orgasm he’d given her, and he’d mentioned he was going to do it again to her. Was that going to be it? Would tonight be her one and only time with him?
The thought upset her. She didn’t just want one night with Peter.
“I guess I was just wondering where we went from here. I mean, I don’t know what the future holds, and we’ve not been together for long. We don’t even know that much about each other.”
He took her hand, resting it against his very hard, tattooed chest. Peter was warm to the touch. She licked her lips, wondering if he tasted as good as he looked.
She had to be going insane. There was no other explanation for her sudden need to lick him.