She takes my clothing off as slowly as I took hers off, and I watch her every movement. She crouches down in front of me to pull my pants down. On her knees on the bathroom floor, she looks up at me, and my cock throbs harder. She licks her lips as she looks at my cock, and I shake my head. “No, my sweet, beautiful girl. Letmetake care ofyou,”I tell her, pulling her back to her feet. “We have all the time in the world for other things, but right now I want to take care of you, okay?”
She nods sweetly.
I lift her naked body into my arms and carry her into the shower. Water splashes over both of us, running away red as it rinses the blood from her skin. I wash her gently, letting my hands brush over every inch of her, exploring her with patience and awe as my body screams at me. Thick veins pulse over my shaft in anticipation of having her again.
She is more beautiful every time I look at her. My desire for her is insatiable. I can’t imagine that I will ever get enough of her.
The entire shower smells of forest pine and soft flowers when I gently pull her toward me, spinning her around so that her back is against my chest.
She takes a soft breath when she feels my cock pressing into her back, rock hard, begging for her.
She tilts her head back, and I lean over her to kiss her from behind.
As our lips lock together, I push her against the shower wall, bending her forward against it. She rests her hands against the tiles as water runs down the curve of her spine.
She arches and rubs her ass against my cock, teasing me with slow movements.
My hands run over her breasts as I spread my legs on either side of hers, towering over her like a shield protecting her from the world.
Slowly, I drop lower behind her, kneeling with her ass in my face. I pull her cheeks apart and lick my tongue over her pussy.
She cries out in pleasure and arches even more, pushing her pussy against my mouth.
I slip my tongue into her as my fingers rub slow circles over her clit. Every moment is careful, gentle, and teasing. I’d rather take hours with her than rush a single moment I get to be with her.
Blair is breathing heavily as I play and lick and fuck her with my mouth. She rubs herself up and down against my face, letting her sweetness coat my tongue.
I want to give her the world. I want to give her everything.
My cock is aching to be inside her, but I know the longer I wait, the more incredible it will be.
Blair, on the other hand, has not learned the patience of tantric games.
“Please,” she whimpers, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Please what, princess?” I say, looking up at her, my fingers still inside her.
“Please, I need to feel your cock. I need you to fuck me. I can’t explain to you how much I need you to be inside me right now,” she whimpers.
I’m tempted to teach her now. To show her that the longer she waits, the more intense it feels. The art of delaying what we think we will crumble without…
But the beautiful desperation in her eyes has me rising to my feet to stand behind her again. My love will always have what she asks for. Especially now.
“You are my princess, Blair. My lover, my angel, my little devil. You are my everything,” I whisper against her lips as my hand brushes up to her neck and my fingers wrap around her throat.
She cries out when I thrust my cock into her from behind.
I groan in pleasure, drowning in the ecstasy of being inside her again.
“I fucking love you so much,” I growl as I thrust into her. “I can’t lose you. I can’t be without you.”
She tilts her head back; my fingers still locked over her throat, and her lips find mine again.
I move slowly, pushing my cock into her and pulling out again. Each thrust is steady and tantric. Each time I penetrate her tight little pussy, I am claiming her, I am making sure she knows she belongs to me.
And each time I push into her, she gasps in delight against my lips.
The most beautiful sounds, the most beautiful girl.
