I roll on top and part her legs, balancing my arms on either side of her head. My hardness pushes into her stomach, and she wiggles beneath me to find a better angle. She’s trying to rush it, but I won’t let that happen.
“Clemmie,” I say firmly, “if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”
In this world, our world, nothing else matters. All that does is the fact that we are together, finally.
I stroke a loose hair out of her eyes and stare into them. Her pupils dilate, and her cheeks flush with delight. I lean forward, my face hovering less than an inch away from hers. Our lips are so close that I can feel static in the air between us, but I don’t kiss her again... not yet.
“August,” she breathes, rolling her hips. “Please. I need you.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. Her lithe body at my mercy makes it impossible to pull away, even if I wanted to. I’m impressed she doesn’t try to kiss me again. She holds herself back, and her inner thighs clench as she battles to resist her urges. She’s trying to do this my way, and it makes her even hotter.
This is the point of no return.
I reward her for her patience and kiss her hard and deep. I consume her, breathing in her scent, flowers, musk, and safety. She moans into my mouth. Our kiss is filled with longing, secrets, and sadness at all the wasted nights sleeping under the same roof and never getting this close. She catches my lip between her teeth and nibbles it, teasing a growl from the back of my throat.
I have to be careful and remind myself not to lose control, despite the primal urges she draws out of me. I can’t flip her over and fuck her until she’s drained me of every last drop of cum. No, I have to take it slow.
I’m overcome with the need to taste her. The overwhelming need to devour every little piece of her. I slide down her body, slipping the straps off her shoulders and kissing along her collarbone. She wriggles in approval as I continue my exploration, something I’ve been dreaming about for the longest time. I run my hands over her slip, admiring the delicate curves of her body and their contrast with her sharp ribs. As soon as I get her away from here, I’ll make sure she eats proper food. Father likes keeping her tiny because it makes her look younger.
“August,” Clemmie moans. “I need... more... I need you.”
“We’re doing this my way,” I remind her.
I pull the neck of her slip down, exposing her milky breast with a pointed, pink nipple begging to be sucked. The same tits I’ve been wanking over since I first saw her topless. I knead her skin, then pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her buck.
Shit. They’re even more perfect up close.
I take her nipple in my mouth. My tongue flicks over the peak as she moans in pleasure. I suck it while kneading and massaging the skin around it, then use my other hand to play with her other nipple.
“August!” Clemmie’s back arches as I work on her. Her hips gyrate and push against me. As they do, wet fabric rubs against me. Her breathing grows short and ragged. I can smell her arousal from here, but I’m not done with her perfect little tits yet.
Clemmie is used to sex being used as an exchange. Her body has been used to trial Dad’s new creations or for making an old guy come to further a business venture, but I’m making this experience all about her. I’ve never had any complaints from women I’ve slept with in the past, but none of them have responded to me like Clemmie.
She claws at my back, making my cock even harder. Her scratches make me want to prolong my teasing. I sink my teeth into her tit to warn her not to rush me before returning to lapping and playing with her nipples. She throws her head back and moans. It takes me a few seconds to realize she’s coming. I didn’t know that was a thing, but fuck. I’d suck her tits for hours if the thought of her wet pussy wasn’t so damn hard to resist.
“I’m just getting started,” I say.
“August!” She grabs my hair. “It’s... so...”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, scared I’ve done something wrong.
“No!” she growls, making me chuckle.
“Good,” I purr, slipping down her body. “Now let me take care of you.”
Clemmie spreads her legs wide as I go down further. Soaked fabric nestles between her thighs. It’s the only barrier stopping us from crossing a line that I know we shouldn’t, but...
I stop myself from diving face-first into her pussy and keep going. I stop at her ankles, looking at the blue bruises that have formed from where she was restrained. My stomach churns at the memory, but I shower them with kisses and continue up her legs. I slide up the silky fabric as she rests her feet on my back, and I stroke behind her knees.
“That tickles!” Her laugh is gleeful, but I notice her lust-filled gaze as I look up. I grasp her hips to yank her forward and bite her inner thigh. She cries out, then my fingers trace over her delicate skin and kiss the spot better. I wanted to leave my mark on her. Claim her. Show every other fucker that every inch of her belongs to me, and I’m not sharing.
Trees rustle above us, carrying our secret away in the breeze.
What would they say if they could talk?
Fuck. I can’t hold myself back anymore.
Her panties have been sucked into her swollen slit, and I run my finger down the wet line. This is different from the last time I touched her. That time she rocked against me. This time, I’m in control.