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I begin to kiss up her ankle towards her knee. She’s wearing a dress and I like that I have access. “So don’t come unless I say you can.”
Her leg quivers a little, but she closes her eyes obediently as she sucks in a breath of air. I rub the barest of my fingertips around her kneecaps. And I linger there. I’ve enjoyed spending my time discovering my Ksenia’s body. Slowly discovering. Luxuriously discovering.
One day I will ask her to be my wife, but after the baby is born, I think. She does not need more on her mind to worry about.
Right now all I want is to take her worries away. I massage a spot on the outside of her knees with one pair of hands, her calves with another, and caress my way up her inner pair of thighs with my uppers.
She inhales sharply and then out with a sigh as her hips shift above me and her legs widen.
I smile. Her skin is so soft. Touching her intimately like this brings me such peace even as my shaft hardens.
I caress higher up her thighs, the barest touch of my fingertips. Skimming higher. Higher still until I’m right against the line of her underclothes. I reach a little further, hook my fingertips overtop, and drag them down. She lifts her bottom so I can take them all the way off.
Immediately her scent hits my nostrils. My shaft leaps in response.
“I love you,” I whisper as I crawl between her legs, kissing and lifting the hem of her clothing with me as I go. With the rest of my hands, I continue my torturous massage of her legs. I grasp her legs at the apex of her thighs, teasing my thumbs against the petals of her sex. She shudders beneath me in response and lets out needy little noises from above.
I withdraw my thumbs slightly as I hold her open to me, massaging just outside her sex in a way that still pulls her lips open and closed with my motions. Moisture gathers and her bud swells at my attentions. I lean down, blowing warm breath across her exposed sex.
Her needy noises from above grow more intense and she squirms even more beneath the grip of my hands on her legs. “Please,” she finally begs. “Please, Kharon.”
Oh I do so like it when she begs, even still. I don’t think it will ever not please me.
“Please what?” I ask, my voice dark in a way it only gets when I pleasure her. “You want my tongue to lap up your honey?”
She shudders more beneath me.
“Beg me for what you want, baby.”
“Please, Kharon,” she whispers, voice weak with want. “Put your mouth on me. Eat me out.”
My shaft throbs against the bed. “I like it when you beg so pretty.”
Needy noises come from her throat and one of her hands comes to clench in my hair. The other is fisted in the sheets. I grin as I bow down and extend my tongue.
Still, though, I don’t give her what she wants immediately.
I turn my face to the side and lick her inner thigh, lowering my mouth until I’m suckling there. Just for a moment before I turn to the other thigh, closer to her sex but still not giving her what she wants.
Her hand in my hair tugs restlessly but I love to torture her. I’ve seen the releases that result from patience and that’s what I want for her today.
I lift a pair of hands to reach underneath her, grasp her luscious ass cheeks and pull her open wide for me, while I do the same with a pair of hands at the front of her thighs.
She clenches in anticipation.
With just the tip of my tongue, I lick her swollen bud. She keens high, trying to lift her hips off the bed to get more friction with my tongue, but I hold her in place easily with my strong hands. She whimpers as I come in for another lick, again putting the barest of pressure on her plumped clitoris.
“Kharon,” she cries. “Please.”
I still don’t give in. Instead, I lick down her delicious pussy towards her opening that’s wide to me. Then I bury my face in her and extend my strong tongue as far inside her as I can get it. Her body clenches around my tongue, wishing for so much more, I know.
But a tongue is a more delicate instrument than a cock, and mine is longer than mortal man’s. For example, I know from experience that when I curve the very tip of my tongue at the end deep inside her and whip it back and forth in a come hither motion against a particular spot that feels like a smaller version of the outer nubbin—
Her whole body seizes below me. “Please, may I come?” she begs, voice high-pitched, calves wrapping around my torso tight in coiled pleasure ready to unleash.
