I do that for a while—and will continue until she tells me to stop.
She comes closer as I pull off her nipple, chasing my lips, her moan sounding disappointed. It’s all the encouragement I need.
I lay her down on the bed and hover over her, enjoying the sight of her soft, shapely, petite body that’s finally mine to behold.
Her pussy is still covered by her panties, but I bet the hair there is the same color as her locks—white gold that glows in the half light of this room. A treasure, but a treasure I’m willing to wait for before claiming. Especially as the look in her eyes starts growing more and more unsure about this whole thing.
So I lean down and kiss her again. And only once she’s relaxed again, once she’s kissing me back, do I break away and trail kisses down her long neck, across her breasts, tasting her nipples again. Her sweet soft moans and the way her body moves to follow my lips are making my dick throb painfully.
I kiss her all the way from the base of her throat to the edge of her panties, enjoying every taste, every soft brush of her skin against my lips.
On the second pass down, I kiss her clit too, right over her wet panties. She freezes again. But I don’t give her a chance to stop me, not yet.
Not before I show her how good it can be.
I pull down her panties slowly, giving her the chance to say enough, no more. She doesn’t. Although her body is tense again and she’s trembling slightly.
Her clit is like a fresh spring tulip in a bed of white gold. I give her a breath, maybe two, to change her mind before kissing it.
She moans deeply as my lips touch it, her nails digging into my flesh as she grabs my shoulders, despite how short her nails are and the fact that I’m still wearing all my clothes.
I keep going, using all I’ve learned in my many years of pleasuring women, and some things that I’m learning just from her. Licks and kisses, tiny bites and more kisses. Until she’s moaning again, her whole body writhing, her fingers in my hair, urging me on. Not trying to stop me.
Her breathing intensifies, grows ragged, and her moans get louder, more out of control. She’s close. Possibly to the first orgasm she actually wanted. Actually asked for,
So I keep doing what I’m doing. Because I want to be the one who gives her that orgasm. And all the ones after this one.
She suddenly tenses again, but from the pure pleasure of coming this time. And the moan that escapes her perfect little mouth sounds like it was a long time coming. Years and years. And it’s all the sweeter for that.
I keep kissing her clit as she comes, mostly because I don’t want to stop tasting her.
But I do stop once the last shakes and trembles of her orgasm subside.
I lie down beside her and wrap her in my arms, kissing her again, letting her taste her orgasm on my lips. She kisses me back deeply, making my already insanely hard cock even harder.
She slides her hand down my front, touching my cock gently. It’s almost enough to make me come too.
“Your turn?” she asks in a whisper. A fearful little whisper.
“I’m fine,” I assure her. Because I want this memory be only pleasure for her. No fear. No anything she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she wanted.
“OK,” she whispers and brings her hand back up to wrap in around my waist. The relief in that little word was almost palpable.
We kiss some more, but slower this time, winding down, fading to sleep. I pull the edge of the comforter over us both, not wanting to move or let her go, not even if it would only be long enough to get under the covers.
Her breathing slows, grows even and relaxed as she falls asleep in my arms. And I try to stay awake, try to make this perfect night, which I will remember for the rest of my life too,last just a little longer. Because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
27
Alice
I woke up still feeling the last little tremors of the orgasm he gave me, and the soft aftermath of the pleasure it brought. He was sleeping beside me, still fully dressed, his head burrowed in the pillow. I wished he was still holding me instead. And I didn’t.
Everything was so simple while it was still dark outside, but as the light grew brighter and brighter, my doubts and fears crept back in. What if he wants more when he wakes up? What if he wants something I’m not sure I can give him?
I let him in when he knocked last night, because I had spent hours before that reliving all my worst memories of Father Gael, while watching him try to lure Kate into the basement. The fear on her face and the sadness, I felt that too—back then and as I watched the video. Nico came at precisely the right time, exactly when I needed a friend most.
And then everything else just happened. Just unfolded one soft step at a time, exactly perfectly and exactly the way it should be. Should always have been, if it weren’t for Gael.
