I never allowed myself to believe that I could find someone that would see through all the darkness that makes me who I am, and still want to feel my skin on hers.
She looks so beautiful by the sparkling light of the moon and stars above us, and I walk her backwards towards one of the luxurious lounging chairs. I know that falling for her is something I should have resisted, but I couldn’t. Everything about her youth and vigor, the intelligence sparkling behind her eyes... It’s what I’ve always wanted and never deserved. She’s the person who can see the best in me, even at my worst, and when my teeth graze her throat, she moans for more.
I wonder if she always had this little desire for danger or if it’s something that’s changed in her since her life was nearly irreparably changed. I guess she doesn’t know either, and I don’t bother to ask. The silence overtakes us, and I don’t want to talk. I just want to listen to the sweet pants of her breath into the quiet night, and make her break that quiet with an orgasmic scream.
The thought makes me grin and my fingers go to her pants, quickly working them down. She still smells faintly of sex, and it makes my nostrils flare with appreciation as my fingers move to her slick pussy.
She’s so responsive, every touch making her sensitive body quiver, and when my mouth goes to her pussy, she bites down on her lower lip to keep from moaning. But I want her to moan. I want her completely unleashed on my tongue, and I reach up towards her jawline. My fingers trace it before going to her mouth, slowly guiding her lower lip from her teeth.
“This is a night for screaming,” I say, my voice already husky with desire as my cock throbs in my pants. But I need to taste her before I take her, and my tongue works its way back to her slit, running the full length of her pussy before my lips wrap around her clit and I gently suck.
Her eyes go wide and she gasps, and I can tell it’s almost too much for her. Almost, but not quite, so I pin her there and make her take that pleasure. It isn’t until she’s screaming and moaning, her hands batting at my face as her orgasm crashes over her and coats my jaw in her honey that I finally relinquish her.
And even then, she only gets a moment’s reprieve before my fingers go back to her clit, pressing down on that throbbing bud, massaging it as she cries out and squirms.
With my free hand, I push up her top, revealing her bare tits, love bites having left their mark on her nipple where I sucked. I can’t help but smile, and I bring my mouth back to that same place, my tongue flicking the nipple and making it stiffen instantly.
Her little pink areola swells with her arousal, and as I rub her clit, my mouth works against her tiny chest.
Liv cries out in pleasure, and her body twists away from me, so I remove my hand from her clit and give her a warning glance.
“You’ll stay still if you want to be a good girl,” I say with just a hint of teasing behind my dark words. I remember how she responded when I first met her, so eager to please, and the memory makes my cock jump as she quickly stills.
“I’ll be good,” she promises, her breathing so heavy that her voice comes out as a tiny wisp on each breath. “Whatever you want.”
I smile in reward and bring my hand back to her clit, massaging it in a circular motion as I look down on her, so vulnerable and beautiful in the midnight light.
“I want you to come on my hand. And then I want to know what your little lips feel like spread around my cock.”
She doesn’t shy away from the dirty words, and her eyes flash with excitement before I bring my lips back to her nipple, my teeth grabbing it and tugging upon it. I let it snap back to her chest before I repeat the motion, my fingers working their way into her pussy as my thumb keeps rubbing her pulsing bud.
With the stars sparkling overhead and all of Paris resting quietly seven stories below, I work her body with perfect harmony. I notice every time she jolts, every quick inhale of breath, and I memorize them, then repeat the motions that brought those dulcet sounds to her lips. It doesn’t take long before I learn her perfect tempo, the one that brings her body crashing down around me, her pussy clenching my fingers so tightly as she screams into the night sky, breaking the serenity of the evening with an even more wonderful sound.
As she comes down from her high, I can see she’s a bit embarrassed at having lost such control, but I push my mouth against hers and silence those fears. After what she’s been through, she deserves to lose control and really feel happy and good.
That’s why, seconds later, I stand and straddle the lounge chair, and her on it, my throbbing cock bobbing just inches from her face. She stares at it, then me, skeptically and just when I think she’s going to shyly back down, she instead reaches for me.