After all, I’m guessing she’s never been thisundressedin front of a guy before. But even through her nerves, I can tell that she’s getting turned on, too: her nipples are stiffening of their own accord, pressing visibly beneath the flimsy fabric of her bra as if they’re trying to give away the dark thoughts that seem to have awoken within the very deepest parts of her.
“There’s no need to be afraid,” I say, fixing my burning eyes on hers, my gaze so intense, so intimate that she has no choice but to turn her face to the floor. “I just want to enjoy your body, Jennifer.”
She nods timidly, as I stand again, stepping towards her and pulling her face to my own, my hand beneath her chin, holding her in place, as I lean my face towards hers, kissing her so softly and gently on the lips I’ve been so desperate to taste.
And as I kiss her, it’s as if some dam bursts open inside her; betraying the very depths and power of her own lust. I feel her moan softly as we kiss, her whole body trembling, and I just know that if I were to slip my hand between her legs right now, I’d find her so hot and wet – so fuckingready for me.
A part of me just wants to ravage her – right here and now. But I know that there’s an even greater, sweeter pleasure in taking thisslow...
Letting her desires slowly stir and awaken, one gentle step at a time.
She visibly shivers, standing there before me as I take in her body so hungrily with my eyes, knowing that soon I’ll be able to explore it with my hands, too.
God. She’ssofucking perfect, so beautifully in proportion: the smoothness of her skin, the fragile delicacy of her collar bone, not to mention her small but pert breasts, her nipples pressing so prominently now against the cups of her bra, as if aching for me to kiss and caress them, just begging me to set them free ...
I can’t take any more of this.
Slowly but surely, I begin to undress her, teasing first one then the other of the straps of her bra from her shoulders. And as I do, I can feel her yielding to me, giving in to me – knowing that for this week at least, she’sminenow, for me to use however I please
I hold my breath, my cock so fucking hard, as a moment later I gently ease her out of her panties too, sliding them confidently down her thighs, leaving her finally naked there before me; no doubt the first time she’s ever been fully naked around another person before – or at least anotherguy.
I take a deep breath, blown away all over again by this angel standing there before me. Very slowly I let my eyes travel over her slender naked frame, first taking in her breasts, her nipples so swollen by now that they’re standing up in two prominent puckered points, and then moving down over her toned stomach to the fuzz of black hair that grows between her legs.
For some reason, I’d imagined she’d be shaved down there, but this is even better – it shows me that she’s not eventhoughtabout things like that, that she’s even more innocent than I’d hoped.
I reach out a hand and tenderly stroke my fingertips over her smooth velvet skin, tracing slowly but surely from her shoulder and then over her collarbone towards her right breast. As my fingers gently enclose it, she lets out the softest of sighs, then quickly falls silent again, her whole body shivering at my touch. I watch her bite her lip and close her eyes as my fingers gently cup her breast, savoring its weight in my palm, my thumb now tracing slow and delicate circles around the puckered flesh of her small, rock hard nipple.
She just can’t take it any longer; I watch another tremor pass powerfully through her body and then, a moment later, she lets out a soft low moan, which sounds as if it comes right from the very center of her.
“God, your body’s absolutely perfect, Jennifer,” I murmur, my senses filling with her: the floral innocence of her perfume intermingling with the unmistakable sweet musk of her dampening sex.
I take a deep breath, relishing the pulsing silence that’s blooming between us now – because in this moment it feels as if the whole world had frozen stock still around us.
I suck my breath deep into my lungs and hold it there, as I slowly trace my hand even further downwards, over her toned flat belly, and then finally between her legs, palm up, my fingertips brushing the silky fuzz of her pubic hair, then further downwards, registering the sheer heat and wetness that’s already seeping out from between her legs. I let my fingers gently part her hot swollen lips, then push a little ways inside her, feeling just how fuckingtightshe is ... And then all of a sudden she reaches out and grips my wrist, stopping me, her pretty eyes flashing open in a look of horror.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, trying to put her at ease. “I know what I’m doing. I promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
She nods, slowly letting go of my wrist, and once again I start stroking her, right there between her legs, each brush of my fingertips causing another delicious shiver to run right through her, and of course more of that sweet warm nectar to pulse steadily from between her lips, thoroughly slicking and coating my fingers.
“See how well your body responds?” I whisper, as my fingers move gently back and forth, back and forth, drawing out even more of that warm wetness that seems to ooze from the very center of her, bringing her slowly but surely towards a state of shivering light-headedness.
I trace upwards now, flicking my fingertips gently over the hard, swollen bean of her clit, and all of a sudden she’s coming on my fingers, gasping and shuddering. To retain her balance, she throws her arms around my neck, still moaning softly, her whole body visibly shuddering, the pleasure still sweeping through her.
Afterwards, I watch her blush and squirm with embarrassment, quickly covering her face with her hands.
I laugh and shake my head. “There’s nothing at all to be ashamed of, Jennifer,” I murmur softly. “Pleasure is something simply to be enjoyed.”
“It’s just that I’ve never donethat... You know, in front of another man,” she explains, her voice still shaky. “I’ve hardly even done it on my own ...”
“Good,” I reply with a smile. “In that case, I expect there to be plentymorefirsts over the coming week, too.”
Eleven
Jennifer
I wakeup for a moment unsure where I am. And then I remember: the events of last night spilling back into my head in such a crazy jumble, so unreal now that they could all be from a dream. I remember the last words he spoke to me, just before I left, and then how I gathered my clothes, quickly pulling them back on and somehow finding my way on my own through the crazy maze of bare white corridors and back to my room, my legs still so shaky from that pleasure that I wasn’t even slightly used to.
I lie there for a while in my bed, enjoying the morning sunshine that’s finding its way in through the venetian blinds, unsure what to do, occasionally glancing at that telephone by my bed, and remembering Helena’s words – that I could call her for anything I wanted, anything at all ...
