Stay Close(18)

“Then how do you know where I sleep?” I ask as I close the bedroom door behind us.

“Process of elimination.” She looks back at me over her shoulder as she slips off her shoes and climbs on the bed. “There are two floors and only one bedroom on this one. You’d be down here to either be close to the kitchen or close to me.”

“To you,” I admit, not shy about my feelings for her. “I can’t think of anything else besides you. I’m loyal to your family, and though this may make me an enemy to your parents, I knew the second I saw you that I’d lay down my life for yours.”

“I guess people might call this love at first sight,” she says, scooting back to the middle of the bed.

I walk over to the side table and press play on the surround sound. Soft music fills the room from the hidden speakers, and I walk back to the bed.

“I don’t care what anyone else calls this.” I kick off my shoes and unbutton my shirt, opening the front so that my pale skin and tattoos are exposed. “I know that I’ve never experienced love before and that the feelings I have now for you are unlike anything I’ve felt before. My soul was bound to yours the first time we touched. If that is love, then I love you, Penelope. But it feels like more than that. More than one word.”

She lies back on the bed as I come over her, her hands pressing to my bare chest. Her fingers burrow under the material of my shirt and smooth down my back then come up again. Her nails score a path as they move.

“Will you make love to me?” Her eyes are pleading as her hands move to my shoulders and neck.

“Da. But I will give you pleasure first,” I answer, leaning down and kissing her softly.

She reaches up, untying the ribbon on one side of her dress and pulling it down. I help her move it down her body until it’s off and she’s bared to me in her bra and panties. There are no straps on her bra, so I reach around her to unclasp what’s covering her breasts.

When they are exposed, I place a kiss between them. I run my nose along the soft swell of her breasts and then kiss them gently before taking a nipple into my mouth. I suckle her delicately, not wanting to hurt her. My only desire is to give to her the same pleasure she has already given me. The gifts of her love and her body are more than a man like me deserves. I will spend my life trying to correct the balance, for she outweighs all that I am a thousand times over.

She pulls at my shirt, asking for more. I strip off my clothes, leaving only my underwear, unable to deny any demand she makes.

“Sweet flower, have you had a man between your thighs before?” I ask as I kiss her feet and move my hands to her panties.

“No. All I’ve ever done is kiss.”

Her blush shows her true innocence, and my cock grows harder. How can I take such beauty for myself and allow her no other for the rest of her life? I tell myself that no man will love her as I do. No man will make her dreams come true as I can. She will want no one else after she has felt the pleasure I will give her body.

“And if we make love, will you hold my baby inside your womb?” I kiss just below her belly button, where the edge of her panties are. I look into her green eyes as I slide them over her hips, revealing her untouched pussy.

“Oh God,” she whimpers as my mouth moves lower, almost to the slit of her sweetness. “Um, I’m not on anything. Can you pull out?”

“Da, my sweet krasotu. And where will you let me spill my seed?” I gently spread her legs apart, opening her lips and seeing her nectar.

“Anywhere,” she moans as I kiss her most intimate place.

I make love to her pussy with my mouth, tasting the sweetest fruit I’ve ever eaten. Her ripe juices drip on my lips, and I drink them down. I press two fingers inside her tight channel and feel the pressure of her innocence squeezing against them. My other hand goes inside my underwear to my cock, rubbing it with promises of what’s to come. It’s the only way I can find relief for the pain that grows unbearable.

When her body tightens and her legs become restless, I know she’s approaching her peak. “Stop resisting, my beauty. Do not fight what I give your body.”

I press my fingers against the tender place inside her, the spot of pleasure that will be the greatest for her. Then I suck her clit and wait for her to give in. I only have to wait a moment before she can no longer challenge what is happening to her. But because of the struggle, the climax is all the sweeter.

Her honey drips onto my tongue, and I moan as she does. Her cries are loud and her grip on me is tight. My name on her lips is enough for me. I could stop now and hold her all night with that as my only pleasure. My krasotu saying my name as her orgasm wraps around her body is my vision of heaven. She has given it to me without inhibition, and I will forever be changed because of it.