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“Did you, Fawn?” I asked as I pulled the panties down her thighs.
She opened automatically and I lowered them until they dropped around her ankles.
“Y-yes,” she said quietly, her voice breaking as I stroked my fingers over her full hip and then over her thigh.
“Nice,” I said, but that didn’t get to half the matter. She’d told me how much she disliked being on display, so that she’d worn such a garment for me sent my desire sparking and my heart seizing with a feeling I didn’t yet dare give name to.
“Vasile…” she said on a broken moan when I traced her smooth mound and then went lower to delve between her slick, plump lips.
“What?” I whispered as I lazily stroked a finger against her soft skin, my already titanium-hard dick firming even more at the wetness that greeted my finger.
“Someone might see,” she said.
“Then let them see,” I said. “Would you like that, knowing they are watching me fuck you, knowing they are jealous because they can’t have you, will never taste your sweet pussy, feel you clamping around them?”
“Umm…” she mumbled.
The words were unintelligible, but her body told the tale. Her clit was hard and throbbing against my fingers, her sex wet and getting wetter every second.
As I toyed with her, I fumbled with my belt, anxious to again feel her around me, to finally be at peace. My cock sprang free when I lowered my pants, practically straining toward her, already slick with precum. She reached back, but before she touched me, I grabbed her arm.
“No,” I said sharply, punctuating the statement with a quick little slap to her ass.
She moaned low in her throat and arched back toward me, seeking more. I almost came on the spot, the sight of Fawn’s face twisted in pleasure, her eyes shut tight, sparking another burst of warmth in my chest.
“Hands in front,” I said and without hesitation, she complied. “Good.”
And then I went quiet, kissing my way down the skin of her back, the little tremors that racked through her making me smile.
“Ahh,” she moaned out when I reached the curve of her hip.
I went lower, kissing and licking the little indentation at the base of her spine. Then lower, tracing her crevice between her full cheeks. I stopped when I reached her rosette and swirled the tight hole. Fawn went rigid, and I glanced up, feeling a deep sense of pride when I saw how tightly she gripped the countertop, the edges of her knuckles turning white with the strength of her hold.
Swipe after swipe, I licked at her hole and then pushed my tongue in, spreading her open bit by bit. And as I worked at her back hole with my tongue, I worked her front with my fingers, plucking at her clit and then dipping into her cunt. The low, guttural cries that spilled from her throat emboldened me, and I increased my pace, licking and stroking her with an urgency that made my movements jerky.
“Please…” she said on a low moan when I pulled away.
I breathed deep, heart thundering, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, my cock hard enough to hammer steel. Squared behind her, I closed the distance between our bodies and pushed my rod between her lips, moaning myself at the first touch of her petal-soft skin against my shaft.
“Please what, Fawn?” I whispered, the volume of my voice completely at odds with the need that rode at me. “You want me to fuck you?” I asked, pushing against her, the friction setting off a wave of pleasure that tugged at my gut.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” I asked, holding still though every fiber of my being demanded I slam into her.
“Please fuck me,” she said.
“Where? Here?” I grabbed the base of my cock and ran my cockhead along her lips before I used it to spread them and pushed up until I was barely breaching her entry. “Or here?”
I thrust against her until my cock was coated with her cream and then pulled back and aimed at her back hole. She stood straighter, and the movement pulled me inside her just a few centimeters, but enough I could feel the hot heat of her tunnel, the delicate pulse of her hole as she closed around me.
My heart stuttered, and I grabbed her generous hip, needing something to hold.
“Wherever you want,” she said. “I’m yours.”
Before the words had fully fallen from her lips, I thrust gently, giving her a tiny bit more before I met resistance. The angel on my shoulder told me to stop, reminded me Fawn was gentle, wasn’t ready for this, that she probably never would be.
But the devil on the other shoulder, the one that wanted to possess all of her, demanded I take her, bury my cock as deep inside her as it would go.
