She looks so different naked.
I already removed every item of clothing one by one with my teeth, each movement has her whimpering for more.
"Please."
The pricking of sweat beads on her brow, a strong contrast to softness of her untamed hair. That strutting around the mattress all around us, hugging us with golden softness.
I cock an eyebrow, smirking, "Already begging?"
She frowns, trying to steel herself, but she fails miserably. So she clutches my waist, guiding my erection towards her entrance. I'm only with my undergarments, but the fabric is a poor excuse for a barrier between this need to be inside her.
I make a ticking noise, wagging my finger. With a groan, I restraining her hands. Now she looks really pissed off, and I grin. "Let me make you ready, all right?"
She crinkles her brows lightly, but nods nonetheless.
I move her thighs to the sides, caressing them. Earning me a slight shudder at the movement. I dip one finger in the wetness.
My already thick length thickens more when I realize how wet she is. Fuck.
My lips part every time she tries to hide her moans, her cheeks growing flush. I eagerly search and wind my finger around and round, circling. Adding licks towards her clit, she adds her own brushes to my curls and my thighs. She's too shy to go in for the more intimate touches.
Lucky for her, I am not shy at all.
When I add another finger, her eyes roll back, tightening her grip on my hair. The pain is small, but I do not complain—not when the view is that beautiful.
I tell her, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you know that?"
The flash grows from her neck to her ears. I grin mysteriously, dipping towards her neck, biting and kissing. Moans become more breathless as my reaction drips on the bottom of her stomach.
It's not even funny how hard I am now. I never needed that much encouragement to be hard, but not even a single touch?
Her eyes go to the amount of length I have now. I can feel the hands wandering around my stomach, touching my abs. Then she wraps my cock around her palm.
She bites her lip, wanting is burning through both of us, but she is untrained. I move her hand, and I remove my hand from her clit. She whimpers but says nothing as I wrap both of her hands around me. My finger is wet from her, and the contact to my skin makes blood rush right into my erection.
"You want us both to be ready, right?"
She nods again, flustered, as she moves her hand around my length. "Then help me."
From base to tip, she winds me up and down, teasing and caressing. Her soft fingers are contrary to my rough ones.
I don't know from where the kind of control I had to thumb my tip. I'm not ready to come yet.
I tip my fingers to her still very wet cunt, and she clenches around my fingers. My grin is wicked when I unhook my fingers to replace my painful, hard erection.
Relief is instant.
The warm wetness of her is so pleasing around me that I nearly come right when I enter. I give one thrust, and she gives one hell of a moan in response. I drown the moan kissing her for the very first time.
I never kiss my partners in bed. The intimacy of it does not sit with me well, but this time it's really not about me. She needs this me.
She slowly laps her tongue around mine, returning the kiss. Her excited moaning while I match the rhythm with my thrusts.
"Taj," my name on her lips is nearly a plea.
When she comes around me, she collapses into the mattress. It takes only one movement before I come right after.
I fall on her, still content. Her lids falling but still has that sort of relaxed energy that I like. I watch her until she falls asleep.