Selene was still sound asleep while I was acting like a perv who couldn’t control his sexual urges.
I flicked her nipple with my tongue, trapping it between my lips. It was small and stiff and simply magnificent. I moved my eyes up to her relaxed face and saw that her forehead had creased up involuntarily.
I drifted still further down to her belly, where I experienced the strange sensation of smelling myself on her skin. Finally, like the demon that I was, I made for the place between her thighs.
She reached her arms out over her head and stretched her muscles. She was going to wake up at any moment, and I was ready to delight in her shocked expression when she found me nestled between her thighs.
I pushed her panties to one side and kissed the top of her mound before moving down to the magic button. I delicately teased her clit, hidden inthe folds of her labia minora, and glanced up again at her closed eyes. Her mouth had fallen slightly open, and she emitted light huffs of air.
She looked like a goddess.
The most beautiful things are not necessarily the ones that are perfect, I thought,but the ones that are special.
She was special.
I traced the contours of her outer lips, already soft and plump. I licked them all delicately before blowing on the spot where I knew she’d most like to feel my touch. She sighed in pleasure, and her back arched on instinct, raising her pelvis to my mouth. The need to satisfy my savage urge and devour her completely kept nagging at me.
But I knew that if I did it, I wouldn’t be able to stop there. Her taste did not dampen my craving; it only intensified it.
My body reacted to hers in such unpredictable ways, it was a struggle to control it.
I stared between her legs, stared at that gleaming chalice, now polished with my kisses and ready to welcome me inside.
I was burning up inside, holding my breath, only the thinnest of threads connecting me to sanity. I was hanging in midair. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and fuck her, to lose myself in every curve, and try once more to see if I could allow myself the orgasm I hadn’t experienced in so long.
I was going crazy, but I could still hold back.
I had always maintained full control of myself, and I wasn’t going to let one girl destroy that.
“Neil…” Her voice sounded, fluting in my ears; I looked up and caught her staring at me in bewilderment, just like I’d imagined.
Her cheeks were red and she was breathing fast. She was aroused, I could feel it.
I smiled and stretched myself out over her, bearing my weight on my forearms. I deliberately pushed my hips against her so she could feel just how much I wanted to possess her. She gasped, and I could see shivers of anticipation traveling down from her neck. She sighed, trembling.
Did she think we were about to have sex?
I would have liked to but I had no intention of giving in to temptation.
“You need to leave,” I whispered then in a placid tone, like that was the best good morning I could possibly give her. She looked down, specifically at her pushed-aside panties, and she bit her lip, embarrassed.
“What… What were you doing?” She looked confused and stunned, but I didn’t answer her. Instead, I looked into her eyes and found she had the sky in there, or perhaps a field of wildflowers.
“They’re cornflower blue right when you wake up,” I commented. Babygirl didn’t get it and blinked several times, tilting her head slightly. “Your eyes…” I explained.
I’d always wondered what color they would be in the early light of morning, and now I knew.
“And…you like them?” she asked mischievously.
Yeah, I liked them the way I liked everything about her. And that was the real problem.
I shook my head, trying to get a grip, and lifted myself up off her body. I had to take one of my showers and change clothes. I passed a hand through my hair and turned to Selene, still lolling on the couch. I caught her ogling my ass, and when she noticed me looking at her, she turned red immediately.
“What do you usually eat for breakfast?” I asked her, walking over to the kitchen island and the coffee maker. I would have to shower later because just then I needed my cup of bitter black coffee. Her eyes continued to track my every movement. If she thought I was going to make her breakfast or bring it to her like some gentleman, she was sorely mistaken.
“I usually have orange juice and some toast with cherry jam. That’s my favorite.” She smiled back at me, then sat up on the couch, looking disoriented. She spotted her bra on the floor nearby and got up to grab it. She had wild hair, a perfect shape, and a tight ass, where my sinful gaze got caught. I stared at her as I placidly sipped my coffee, giving a masculine grunt of approval at that dream ass. I wanted to look at it every morning, and the realization startled me.
“I’m not making you breakfast. There are oranges if you want to juice them. No toast, I don’t think, or jam.” I said gruffly, finishing my coffee.
