Beautiful. All pale gold skin and dark hair, and the apricot pink of her mouth and nipples made his mouth water. She had a delicious, rich taste to her arousal, an earthy flavor that he wanted more of. It was as if the essence of sex had been distilled into her honey, a unique blend just for him. Unable to resist, he stroked the plump mound of her cunt, loving the exquisite softness. She let out a low, shuddering moan, jerking at her restraints without even being aware of it.
“Rya, look at me.”
She lifted her head and her breath left her in an audible rush as he began to unbutton his shirt. He kept his body in good shape, strong enough to kill any who threatened him, hard enough to break the fist of those who dared strike out at him. Women liked his body, he’d been told this on numerous occasions, but as he slowly pulled his shirt off he watched her carefully for her reaction to his tattoos.
She pulled at her restraints and breathed out, “Holy shit,” as her gaze roamed his torso.
He watched as her eyes traced over the Cyrillic writing over his heart with the two entwined roses beneath and the eight pointed stars on either shoulder. Then she looked lower and licked her lips, her expression one of hunger and lust. When her gaze returned to his face she gave him a truly wicked smile and said, “Master, you are the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever seen.”
He shook his head, trying to hide his pleasure that she wasn’t repulsed by his tattoos even though she probably had no idea what they meant, he flipped open the button of his tuxedo pants and drew them down his legs after kicking off his shoes. When he stood he watched her face as he pulled his boxer briefs down, his erection sticking out hard and throbbing from his body. She made a little whimpering moan and whispered, “Please.”
“Please what, zaika moya?” He fisted himself, loving the raw hunger on her face, the way her sweet pussy clenched as if imagining him inside of her.
She licked her lips, her gaze totally focused on his cock while her hands opened and closed as if she were trying to grab something. “Please, take me. Fuck me, Master.”
“Such a greedy little girl,” he chided softly and pulled a blindfold out of the bag.
He lay down on the bed next to her and gently lifted her head, placing the blindfold on her and pressing down to make sure the foam rings on the inside of the mask blocked her eyesight completely. Once he was sure she couldn’t see him he leaned back and began to explore her body at his leisure, indulging himself in the utter softness of her form. When he gave her belly a squeeze, enjoying the give of her plump flesh, she giggled and squirmed.
“Ticklish, yes?”
She pressed her lips together to try and stop her giggles, but when he tickled along her ribs her laughter filled the room. He loved her joy, loved how it seemed to make the world feel like a better place, how it filled him and seemed to lift the gloom that constantly shrouded his heart. She was light, pure and very warm. After a bit he stopped his assault and she tried to roll on her side, little chuckles still escaping her.
“Oh no, you don’t get away that easy.”
He rolled her back and moved her around so he could press her legs wide, then lap at her cunt. Her cries of passion fed his ego, and he gently sucked her small clit between his lips. The harsh grunt she gave made him suspect that she was close to orgasm. He looked up, enjoying the way she abandoned herself to the pleasure. He licked around her clit, trying to find where she liked to be stroked, how she liked her pussy to be eaten. Without a doubt one of his favorite things to do was give a woman oral pleasure. Not only because he enjoyed the taste of pussy, especially Rya’s pussy, but because he loved the look of complete pleasure on a woman’s face when she discovered that he was very, very good at it.
Rya’s arousal was so abundant she’d actually made a wet spot on the bed beneath her bottom. He used one finger to rub that silken fluid into the tight bud of her anus, enjoying her little yelp, then low groan as he worked his finger in while giving her clit feather light licks. She arched her neck and whispered his name before he sucked on her sensitive nub, keeping his touch light.
She gave a soft, shuddering sigh. “Harder, please, make me come.”
“Nyet, you will come when my cock is inside of you.”
“Shit,” she whispered, then stiffened.
Grinning, he sat up, then rolled her over so she was resting on her upper chest with her ass thrust up into the air. In this position the thick lips of her sex spread enough for him to see the juicy wetness within and his cock hurt with the need to fuck her. But he wanted to give her a little spice first, to start to learn her body and what made her crazy with desire.