I have something Casey will like better than an apology. Spreading her legs, I settle between her thighs and part her labia with my fingers to access her clit with my tongue. She moans receptively. Gently, I lick her. The scent of her, the taste of her intrudes my senses. I wish I had withheld my ejaculation. I flick my tongue over her swollen nub, making her writhe and whimper. It doesn’t take her long to come. I suck her pulsing clit till she squeals.
“Okay, okay!” she pants.
Straightening, I position myself on the bed next to her and caress her mound and abdomen, occasionally dipping my hand between her legs. She shivers and looks at me with bright, glossy eyes. My chest tightens. Lowering herself, I smother her mouth with mine. She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls. Hard. If this kiss were a duel between the dragon and the princess, I wouldn’t necessarily bet on the dragon.
I slide a finger into her battered but extremely slick pussy. She grunts but doesn’t push me away.
“Does it hurt?” I check. “Your pussy bruised?”
“Yeah,” she acknowledges. “Bet a real princess wouldn’t be able to take it.”
Is she trying to prove to me how tough she is? She doesn’t have to.
I add a second finger, feeling for her most sensitive spot. Her body rises when I find it. She gasps softly as I gently stroke her there. We stop kissing so that she can focus on my fondling. Her breath quivers. She releases a shaky laugh, then a whimpering moan. Her fingers tighten in my hair. Our brows touch. I drink it all in, not wanting it to stop. Like a bottle of Stoli Elit or a run down Sea Bowl at Palisades Tahoe, this feels heady and intoxicating.
“Oh, fuck,” she softly whines. “I’m going to…”
“To what?” I ask. “Come?”
She furrows her brow and looks worried. “Maybe…”
“You’re going to come good for me, princess. I want you to squirt all over me.”
“How?”
“By releasing. Let it go.”
“What if I piss?”
“If you piss, you piss.”
I quicken my motions, making sure I hit her clit while I stroke her G-spot.
“Fuck!” she cries.
A moment later, I withdraw my fingers and a small stream of liquid follows. I jam my fingers back into her and pull out a few more sprays.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” she says, her body trembling. “Did I just pee on your bed?”
“You squirted on my bed.”
Sighing with relief, she runs a hand through her hair, then smiles broadly at me.
“That was fucking awesome,” she tells me, with a starry-eyed look as if I just gave her her first orgasm. “Thank you.”
My cock has started to harden again, but I stand up and redo my pants. “I’m sorry I went so hard.”
“You made up for it.”
And maybe I shouldn’t have. I just undid the intention behind the rough fucking. It’s not characteristic of me to do an about-face like that.
I give her a hand up. “Get dressed. It’s time to return the princess to her castle.”
She sits up but doesn’t reach for the clothes. “Does the dragon ever come back?”
“Not after tonight.”
“Why not?”