badly knowing who she was? No answers came, no answers needed. He didn’t search for any. They wanted each other. That was enough, and the thrill that it was mutual drove him near insanity.
He glanced at her arching breasts as she lay flat against the bed once more.
Her nipples were not black, but purple and puckered as he came closer. His hands glided smoothly over her, feeling the textures of her, touching and appreciating her immediate response. As her body pouted for him, he dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. One at a time, he savored them. Wetting them with his tongue, then swirling about the nipples, first one then the other, making sure he gave them both ample attention as she writhed beneath him. He slowly massaged the tightened nubs with his tongue heating them. Her breasts spilled from his hand as he tried to grasp them both in one hand. He buried his nose in her cleavage as he held each side together. He couldn’t believe how beautiful they were, so young and yet so fully developed. He could look at them all day, so perfect, so pouting, so wanting. His tongue circled the nipples again. She moaned
aloud and wiggled in his arms. The dark purple of her areolas beckoned him for more.
“Tell me if you like what I’m doing. I want to know if you like my touches.”
“I feel like I’m on fire,” she moaned softly in his ear. “I love your touches.”
His head dipped again to suckle her nipple, pulling gently, teasing, tasting, and licking. Her breast seemed to reach up to him and he smiled. “God, honey I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I saw you at the creek that day, bathing.”
“You saw me…at the creek?”
“Every inch of you.”
“But how, I made sure no one was about. I always do.”
“A spyglass is an amazing tool.” He smiled and kissed her pouting lips. “I couldn’t stop staring. I’ve never seen such beauty in my life.”
Her hands splayed against his back, rubbing, kneading, and sometimes
clawing, as his lips teased and tempted. She buried her head against his neck, kissing him, speaking soft love words to him as he caressed her.
His kisses grew hotter, and she panted and thrust herself against him, offering herself to him. He stared at her for wordless minutes. They were both out of breath. Her waist was so small compared to her rounded hips. He brought her on her side and ran his hands over her from the proud peaks of her breasts to the swell of her hips. His hands glided over the smooth, taut skin, caressing. He found the crevice of her backside and his fingers delved against her there for long lingering moments, touching, teasing them both with the forbidden.
She drew a shuddering breath and moaned softly. “Oh, baby.” She cried out as he suddenly licked his finger, and then gently pushed it inside her anus. A soft moan came from her throat while she moved against him.
“You like that?” He pulled her on top of him and continued to explore her. His hands slowed as he lingered, cupping her hips hard against his own. Her ring tightened, taking him deeper and he smiled.
“Oh yes. It’s so…good,” she whispered. “It excites me, makes me burn for you.”
Not wanting to hurt her, he sought her sweet treasure with his lips, turning her so he could lave her tight star gently with his tongue. Then, after he was sure she
was wetted, his fingers glided inside her once more, and she squeezed herself against him. Her muscles contracted, and he eased his fingers in and out of her slowly at first, then more swiftly as she responded with coos and moans of delight. He’d never touched a woman so intimately before. He wanted to touch her everywhere, taste every part of her.
Then he eased her onto her back so he could gently run his tongue down to the sweet, dark curls between her legs. He gasped as she opened her legs to him. She was warm and wet for him; he inhaled the sweetness of her. A cool sweat peppered her glowing skin as he stared up at her. He