She lets out a long moan as I start to rub the delicate skin around the hard ball of her clit.
“Tell me what you want,” I say.
“I want you.”
Again I say, “Tell me what you want from me.”
She looks at my eyes and swallows hard. “I want . . .” Her words trail off like she’s embarrassed to say what she wants.
“Tell me, or this night is over and I walk away,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen and there’s a spark of surprise in them. I start to pull my hand away from her clit, but she grabs it, holding it in place. “Tell me,” I demand.
“I want you to fuck me.” Her words are barely a whisper, and her face turns a deep shade of red.
I fight the urge to smile. It’s so damn adorable how shy she is. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
Her lips pinch together and she takes a deep breath, eyes steady and determined. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”
This time I do smile. I can’t help it.
I dig my fingers in deeper. Damn. I’m still mesmerized by how wet she is. I’ve never had a girl this wet for me before. I bury my face into her neck as she starts to hump my hand and beg for me not to stop. The horny cooing sounds she makes sends me into a frenzy.
Stepping out of my jeans and boxers, I pull her up out of her chair and lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. The heat from between her legs cradles my cock and gets my balls stirring again. Her mouth presses against mine in a heated kiss, our tongues twisting and writhing around each other.
“I want you so much,” she says as we break our kiss.
I carry her over to the island in the kitchen, slapping away towels and forks in my way to make room. They clamor against the floor as I lift her on top of the granite slab. Her dress is around her waist, panties still on, but moved to the side. I want to see everything, so I yank them off. She sits up so I can reach behind her and unzip the dress. The straps slide down her shoulders. Her bra matches her red lace panties. I reach behind again and unclasp her bra, tossing it to the side. With the top half of her completely naked, I take a moment to enjoy the view. She has beautiful breasts, small but full, and pink nipples standing at attention. I take one in my mouth and slide my tongue against the hard tip, going back and forth between sucking and nibbling.
She leans her head back, moaning as my mouth fully engulfs the breast and I begin to gently suckle. I do the same to the other after several minutes. I could play with her breasts alone all night, but my dick demands more.
“I need to be inside that wet pussy,” I tell her.
It’s like my words are the secret passage to unlocking her playhouse. Her legs open for me, and I feel the warmth radiating from between them without even touching her.
“It’s all yours,” she says, in a sultry voice, biting her bottom lip.
As much as I want to rip the clothes right off of her, I take my time sliding her dress all the way off and unwrapping her like a gift. I pause to marvel at the treasure between her legs. There’s not a speck of pubic hair. Good. That way I can see everything. Her arousal has made her pussy swollen and a deep shade of pink. Only a sliver of her labia peeks out beneath the outer folds.
“Spread your legs wider,” I say.
Her legs open on command. She’s still wearing her heels and it’s a lovely sight.
It’s like the most delicate flower landed between her legs to form her pussy. It’s perfectly sculpted like a decoration on a cake. While the rest of her skin is matte, her little cunt glistens. A steady drip of her thin cream runs from her opening, down to her adorable little asshole. I’m almost afraid to touch her and ruin it. I’m definitely afraid to fuck her. I look at her tiny opening and then down at my monstrous cock, wondering how the hell that’s going to fit without splitting her wide open. I want her to enjoy this, not be uncomfortable. Seems like a good possibility I would hurt her if I tried entering her right now. Luckily there’s plenty of time to stretch her out before the main event.
I bend over, kissing the top of her smooth mons. She’s propped up on her elbows, lips slightly parted, watching me.
“You have the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. I want to fill you up with my cock,” I say, breathless.
She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue and gives me a mischievous grin.
I put a finger inside of her to see just how tight she really is. As expected, her opening clamps down on me like a vice, suctioning, holding on like it doesn’t want to let me go.
She rocks her hips as I move my finger in and out of her. “You’re so tight,” I tell her with a feral edge to my voice. “I can barely get a finger in there.”