I want her.
I need her.
Right fucking now.
I place one of my hands on her waist, while the other one cups the back of her head, and then I press my mouth to her sweet, warm lips.
She cries out quietly, maybe out of surprise, but then relaxes in my arms right away, letting me enter her heaven with my tongue.
When I deepen the kiss, she starts moaning, and I squeeze her ass in my palm, pressing my steel-hard cock to her tender belly.
I wish I was inside of her at this same moment, penetrating her aroused pussy in any way I can.
But I can't take her roughly. This is our first time together, and I don't want to screw up everything.
I'll make it slow, torturously slow, the way I always wanted to punish her in my dreams.
My hand travels from her waist to her breast, searching for one of her small, puckered nipples, so perfectly palpable under her silk dress. When I clutch it between my fingers, she cries out so loudly that I stop for a second.
What am I doing? What if I put too much pressure on her? What if she'll regret it tomorrow?
"Stop me, baby, make me stop because I'm not capable of doing it by myself," I whisper, gasping for air between kisses.
This is her last chance. If she has any hesitation, she has to stop me before I take what is mine, because despite how much I want her, I don't want to lose her if tomorrow she starts regretting everything that is happening now.
"I can't," she breathes heavily in response, "and I don't want you to stop."
She doesn't want me to stop...
That's exactly what I needed to hear to continue my journey over her body.
I force myself to pull away from her lips. She gives a displeased pout when I do this.
"You're an insatiable little girl, huh?" I ask with a smile as I get down on my knees in front of her.
Her eyes widen when she realizes what I am going to do right now.
I lift the hem of her dress, slowly stroking her ankles on the way. I go higher and higher, brushing my fingers over the soft skin of her legs. Goosebumps start covering her body when I get to her inner thighs.
I smile. If she reacts like this, then I'm on the right path.
I hold my breath before lifting higher to her underwear, and when I finally do this, I feel the blood rushing throughout my whole body out of anticipation.
She's wearing creamy lace panties, so thin, almost translucent, so I can perfectly observe her fully shaved pussy.
I press my face to her lower lips through the fabric, and she gasps both out of pleasure and surprise. She tries to pull away bashfully, but I grab her hips so tightly that she won't be able to move anymore.
"No reason to be coy, beautiful. I'll take what's mine anyway," I say, not even bothering to look up into her eyes, mesmerized by her gorgeous cunt.
I press my face to her center, harder this time, squeezing her butt cheeks in my palms.
Kylie gasps again, breathing heavily, but this time she doesn't try to pull away. Instead, she digs her fingers into my hair for balance and moans even louder this time.
I inhale her scent deeply, the mix of her arousal and a sweet vanilla shower gel.
My guess is confirmed, she smells precisely like heaven.
But now I wonder, does she taste just as good?