"You're amazing, Katie," I whisper into her breasts. "You were made for me."
I'm ripping off the corset with one fast motion, and her breasts bounce free, on full display for me. Katie opens her eyes and looks at me. Am I getting everything wrong? Am I too rough with her?
"More" is the only thing she says, looking straight into my eyes, and I smile in response.
"Oh, Ms. Burton, it's not even the beginning."
I play with her nipples, sucking and licking them, taking them into my mouth and biting again, each time with more force. She loves what I do because she starts touching me. At first, her moves are insecure, as if she can't decide whether to touch me or not. But when I lift her skirt up, she digs her fingers into my shoulders and arches her back in pleasure.
I place a kiss on her lips again, sucking her mouth as my hand strokes her inner thigh. She moans into my mouth and arches her back, completely ready for her climax.
When I reach her center, I find her wet. Her panties are saturated under my fingers. I go lower, kissing her breasts again and lower, down to her belly.
I take off her panties with both of my hands and then pull her skirt up to explore her pussy. She's wet and glittering with her cum, a thin strip of hair in the middle. I lick my lips before going down and shoving my head inside of her innumerable petticoats.
The smell of her arousal, barely detectable when she was fully dressed, reaches my nostrils, and I pull closer to her center to inhale deeper. She smells like heaven. An angel smells like heaven for the devil who's gonna eat her out.
When I touch her clit with my lips, Katie arches her back and cries out, bumping her legs into my head. I barely touched her, but this woman almost came. She was made for me. And I knew that from the very beginning.
I lick her clit, at first gently, but then sucking it inside my mouth, taking her slowly, but then harder. I start making figure eights with my tongue around her clit, and then push it inside her center.
And she explodes. Her body starts shaking in my arms, and I suck her clit into my mouth as hard as I can when I feel that she's coming. Coming all over my face. My dream is coming true.
I squeeze her butt cheeks in my palms hard and bite her clit when I feel like she's at the top of her climax. Katie's body wriggles in my arms, her legs shaking, her back arches even more, and her fingers dig into my hair, palming my head. She comes and comes and comes, and I continue licking her and sucking her, helping to prolong her explosion.
When her body starts relaxing, I start giving slow and tender kisses to her clit, rubbing it with my nose and brushing my fingers over her hips. When her legs relax next to me, I take her panties out of my pocket and put them on her sweet swollen pussy again.
She's beautiful. My Katie is gorgeous. And all mine.
"Aren't you going to..." she begins but stops, realizing that I have already lowered her skirt and started lacing her corset again.
"No, beautiful, it's not the time and the place, not yet," I say and continue helping her dress.
"You're right." She rises abruptly but then falls down on her elbow, pressing her palm to her head.
Her head is probably spinning at the movement, especially after what just happened.
"Don't sit up; I'll help you," I say, but she pushes my hands away.
"How could I do that?" She starts to lace up the corset quickly, trying to do it as fast as she can. "In the middle of the forest. What if someone saw us?"
"No, there's nobody here; I would have heard them." I try to convince her, but she doesn't want to listen.
"No, no, no, it's wrong." She shakes her hand and presses her palms into her eyes when the corset is done.
She's regretting it. Regretting everything that happened. She says it's because of the place, but I know it's because of the person she was here with: me.
I say nothing. To be honest, I don't even know what to say. I thought it was the best moment of my life, while she, obviously, doesn't think so.
I can't believe it. I can't believe that I fell in love with a person who will never love me back, a woman who will always see me as a monster.
"I have to go," she says and gets up abruptly, trying not to fall because her legs are probably still weak. "Please don't follow me. Our lesson is over."
She runs to her horse and gets up on it quickly, and then they're both gone from view, while I keep standing in one place, with no idea what to do next.
Chapter Fourteen
Katie