“Everyone. My family. People I love, who love me. They mean well.”
“They defeat you,” he snarls. “They tame you. You should be forever wild, forever open, like this.”
“What if… things happen,” I gasp, as he begins kissing my throat. “What if bad things… oh gods… fuck…”
“How do you feel?” he growls against my skin. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” I say breathlessly. “You, part of me, underneath me and inside me, crushing me and filling me, holding me together, tearing me apart… you, everywhere.”
“Fuck yes,” he groans. “And here…” His fingers plunge suddenly to the apex of my thighs. “How do you feel here?”
I whimper, humping against his hand.
“Words, baby, words.”
“Hot,” I manage to say. “Wet, and there’s a sort of buzzing, fluttering… please, please don’t stop touching me. Please, please.”
His bearded grin is feral. “Look how you’ve soaked these panties, naughty girl.”
“What about you?” I retort, my cheeks flaming. “How do you feel?”
He releases a raw, shaken laugh. “My cock is aching to be inside that sopping wet cunt of yours. Here.” He takes my hand and presses it over the huge, hard lump between his legs. I can feel the heat of it right through his pants.
I stare into his blue eyes, both of us raw and exposed in our need. “I think we should take our clothes off now.”
“A fantastic idea.”
Clothes are an inconvenience, an irritation, but fortunately he knows his way around a corset and the laces are soon loosened. He pulls it off me. I stand up, ready to shimmy out of the drenched panties, but he stops me.
“Wait,” he says. “I want to enjoy this.”
He kneels in front of me, directing me to set my feet slightly wider apart. Then he eases the panties down slowly, so slowly that I can feel the soaked fabric gradually peeling away from my wet pussy lips, bit by tiny bit. The material clings to me, arousal stretching in liquid strings between skin and fabric as he moves the panties down.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “That’s what I wanted to see.” He puts two fingers against the lips of my cunt and strokes me. “You shaved yourself today.”
I wince, self-conscious about the little bumps the shaving process left behind. “I heard that men like it bare.”
“I would like your pussy any way it was given to me.” He ducks down and licks swiftly between my legs.
A faint scream leaves my lips and I clutch instinctively for his hair, his shoulder, anything to steady myself. “What are you doing?”
“Eating you. Sit down so I can do this properly. Legs wide open.”
“I’ll get the sofa wet,” I protest.
“Good. I hope you soak it in your scent. Sit.”
I obey, sitting down on the sofa and letting my legs fall open. His beard grazes my tender skin and tantalizes my pussy as his tongue travels the length of my cunt. He devours me sloppily, urgently, both hands braced on my thighs.
Then he lifts his head and looks me in the eyes. “Watch my tongue, and imagine how this motion will feel against your clit.”
He waggles his tongue at me lewdly, a darkly wicked look in his eyes. My jaw drops involuntarily as I imagine that motion happening between my legs.
Grinning, he dives down again. For a moment he only breathes against my wet center, making me wait, chuckling when I squirm. “Look at this eager little virgin pussy,” he croons. “It’s gushing, quivering for cock.”
“You’re making fun of me,” I whimper.
“Never.” He presses one finger to my clit as if he’s shushing me. “You’re going to come for me like this first, and then you’ll come again with your cunt wrapped around my cock. Understand?”
