With my roars comes Beatrice's pleasurable moaning, and I feel her body tense under my touch.
I start licking her thong, inhaling her deeply, and squeezing her thighs with my hands. She tries to shut her legs, but they bump into my shoulders, and I quickly spread them apart again.
I find her clit through the thin fabric and bite it gently with my teeth. Bea cries out, arching her back; her whole body is begging for release.
I don't know how long I'll last. Her sweet scent is making me crazy; I can't even imagine what it will feel like when I taste her bare. Or what a pleasure it will be to come inside her.
Unable to wait any longer, I tear her thong apart with my hands, throwing the fabric onto the floor.
"I loved those panties," she protests, even though I am perfectly aware that she’s saying that only to tease me.
"Be glad I didn't ruin your dress," I bark, spreading her legs wider. "Yet."
When I see her fully shaved pussy lips, rose-swollen clit, and that wet hole covered with her juices, an animalistic groan escapes my mouth, and I lose control.
I pull out my tongue and gently touch her clit, just the tip, barely feeling it myself. Still, Beatrice immediately moans in response, without giving me a single chance to prolong teasing her.
I look at the entrance of her hole: so tiny that I cannot even imagine how my finger will fit inside of it, much less my dick.
I suck in a deep breath and tell myself to stop overthinking it. I will fit into her; she's my mate. No one in this world fits her better than I do; I was created for her.
I start licking her pussy with my tongue, at first gently and slowly, but then increasing the pressure, making circles and figure eights around her swollen clit, up and down, up and down.
Beatrice moans louder, arching her back even more, moving her hips up and down in rhythm with my kisses. Then I suck her clit in roughly, and she cries out again. Her body is trembling in my arms, aching for release.
"Not yet, beautiful," I whisper into her pussy, pulling away without letting her come too soon.
Beatrice protests, moaning something in displeasure, and I smile as I think about how much this woman wants me,needsme, to be precise. As if her whole life depends on me. And I love it because my life is in her hands from this day until forever.
With my thumb and forefinger, I spread her soft pink pussy lips apart, massaging them, covering my fingers in her honey. I lean down again to take another lick, just a smack because I can see how swollen her pussy is, how it's aching for release.
I move my other hand to her hole and gently push my middle finger inside of it, just the tip, continuing to rub her pussy lips with my other hand and making slow, barely palpable smacks with my tongue.
"It's too much, I can't..." she exclaims, gasping for air, wriggling on the bed. The tension of her thighs increases with every inch I shove my finger inside her hole.
"Yes, you can, baby girl," I whisper, rubbing her clit with my tongue.
I know I won't be able to tease her for too long; this beautiful woman is already on the verge of coming, but torturing her without letting her climax is a pleasure I never thought I needed. Now I do, like an addict. I want to torment her more and more.
When my finger is all in, I suck her hard and roughly, rubbing her pussy lips as fast as I can. Beatrice starts shaking, wriggling, crying out, squeezing her legs around my body until she stops for a moment and freezes when the peak of her orgasm finally comes, and she explodes in my arms.
She shakes and wriggles, and I keep doing what I do, slowing down a little with her every convulsion. Her pussy so sweetly pulsates under my lips that I'm afraid I will come inside my pants.
Her body relaxes when she stops moving, and her legs fall to the sides. I stop kissing her and slowly pull my finger out from her hole.
I look at her from above: so tender, so beautiful, her cheeks are blushing after what just happened, and her face expresses pure bliss. Looking at her like this makes my heart ache with joy. I never want to upset her again; I never want her to cry, especially because of me. I want to see her like this every day, every second of our immortal lives together.
I sit next to her and start unzipping her dress from the left side of her waist. Then I take it off from the bottom, finding out she's not wearing a bra. I hold my breath, looking at her small rose-puckered nipples staring at me.
"You're killing me," I groan and lean down to take one of them in my mouth, massaging her other breast with my hand. She starts moaning again, and I continue placing kisses on her chest, breasts, collarbones, and neck.
"Are you ready to take me in?" I ask, looking into her half-closed eyes. She nods silently with a smile, and I start undressing.
I've never taken off my clothes this fast before, throwing them on the floor and arranging myself on the bed next to Beatrice.
"Oh," she says when she sees my dick. "Will it fit?" She swallows as her eyes widen.
I smile at how cute she looks, amazed by my cock.