Nina’s hand keeps moving with desperation, but it now feels like she can’t get enough of touching me, and it makes lust burn through me like an inferno that surpasses anything I’ve ever experienced with another woman.
This isn’t an itch. It’s a visceral need to make her mine, to claim her, to own her.
My muscles tense, and a rough tremor shudders through me. Nina lets out a fucking moan as she pushes her body harder against mine, and when I drop onto my back, she follows. Our mouths come together in an urgent clash, and as she lies down on top of me and I feel the heat of her body, my self-control dangles by a thin thread.
“Angelche moe,” I groan against her addictive lips. “We have to stop.”
Nina’s head pops up, and shock flashes over her face, as if she was so far gone she didn’t realize how fast things were moving.
I roll onto my side, and Nina slumps onto her back, her cheeks flushed.
“Isn’t it too soon for you?” I ask to address the situation.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispers, her tone too fragile for my liking. Her eyes barely meet mine, and I realize she feels shy, then she continues, “I felt okay…it…it was so different from what I’ve experienced before.”
I don’t want to take things all the way and ruin the progress I’ve made with her, but another plan forms in my mind.
“How about we see how you handle it when I touch you?”
Her eyes finally meet mine with a confused look. “I like it when you touch me.”
Placing my hand on her hip, I shake my head. “I’m going to make you come with my hand.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen before a shy but curious smile begins to tug at her mouth. Her reply is so soft that if I weren’t looking at her, I would’ve missed it. “Okay.”
“Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch you?” I ask so I know what her boundaries are.
She hesitates for several seconds before shaking her head.
I grip her jaw, and leaning over her, I kiss her slowly.
I love how she immerses herself in the kiss, as if it becomes her life’s purpose. Moving my hand down her throat, I relish the soft feel of her beneath my fingers, and when I cover her right breast, my body shudders from how fucking amazing this moment is.
Nina’s hands begin to tentatively explore my pecs and shoulders before getting lost in my hair.
When I move my hand down her abdomen and slip beneath her shorts, the kiss slows until we’re lapping at each other’s mouths.
Nina turns into me, throwing her leg over my hip, and it opens her pussy up to my fingers.
She’s fucking hot and soaked, telling me how much she needs this. I break the kiss to ask, “Have you come before?”
For a dazed moment, I don’t get a response before she shakes her head, and when I press down on her clit, her swollen lips part with a surprised gasp.
“Eyes on me at all times,” I order before I circle her entrance, teasing her. “How do you feel?”
“Ahhh…” she gasps, her eyes glazing over again.
Letting out a chuckle, I tease her, “That’s a want, not a feeling.”
“More,” she whimpers, her eyebrows pulling together with need bleeding over her beautiful features. “Please.”
Fuck this.
I pull my hand out, and grabbing hold of her shorts, I yank them down her legs and push her thighs wide open.
I lick my fucking lips at the sight of her glistening pussy, and diving down, my tongue swipes from her opening to her clit. Her unique taste bursts over my tongue, and like a ravenous animal, I devour her.
“Georgi!” she cries, her hands fisting in my hair.
