It’s midnight when we’re back at the house and I carry her to my room. She doesn’t resist when I strip off her clothes, her underthings still damp, and put her in the shower under a flow of hot water. I strip too and step in beside her and there’s no resistance when I kiss her. When I take her in my arms and kiss her as the water washes sea salt from us.
She opens to me and I cup the back of her head. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. Don’t ever want to stop holding her like this.
When the water begins to cool, I switch off the shower and dry her then myself before lifting her up and carrying her to my bed. I lay her down and lie down beside her, shifting so I’m on top of her but keeping most of my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her.
I slide one hand down and cup the mound of her breast. I run my fingernail over her nipple, and she moans into my mouth. When I pull away, it’s to look at her.
She licks her lips, reaches up to touch my cheek, slides her hand down to my chest and sets it against my heart.
We don’t talk. We don’t say a single word. Not for a long while. We just kiss and kiss and look at each other. And I can’t get enough of touching her. Tasting her. Can’t get close enough to her.
“Christ, Gabriela,” I start. “I want you.” I roll off her and onto my side to slide my hand down over her belly.
She cups my cheek, touches her mouth to mine. “Kiss me again.”
I do.
I do more than that as my fingers slip between her legs and she opens to me and she’s wet. Her pussy is as wet as her mouth that I can’t stop kissing and I touch her, moving my fingers through her folds, finding the swollen nub of her clit.
I drag my mouth from hers and, leaning my head down, I lick one nipple, then slide my tongue across to the other and back and forth and back and forth before slipping down between her legs, my tongue leaving a wet trail as it travels over her belly button to the seam of her sex, as I push her legs wide and look at her like this. Beautiful and open and mine.
“Stefan,” she starts, trying to close her legs.
I put a hand on each thigh and stop her. “Mine,” I say. “All mine, Gabriela.” I kiss her pussy, lick it, then slide back up to kiss her mouth. “You taste so good.”
I take her hand and guide it to myself. And when she grips me, fuck.
Her eyes are wide as she looks at me, at my thick, ready cock. She slides her hand over the tip, smearing pre-cum there.
I close my hand over hers to show her how to move.
“Grip it hard,” I say, thinking about how tight her cunt is going to feel when I’m inside her. Wanting so badly to be inside her. “Like this.” I move her along my length and I’m pretty sure I can come just watching her watch me and it takes all I have to hold back because fuck, what I want right now is to sink my cock into her wet cunt and feel her virgin blood spill all over me as I make her mine.
I take her wrists in one of my hands and raise her arms over her head to wrap her hands around one of the rungs of the headboard. I kiss her again.
“Keep your hands there. Don’t move,” I tell her as I move down over her body, my tongue sliding over her center, down to the seam of her sex. I grip both thighs and open her wide, pushing her knees high and in the moonlight coming in from the open balcony doors, I can see all of her, her wet, open cunt, her tight little asshole.
I lean my face down and lick her and her hands are in my hair instantly. I grip her wrists and raise my head.
“What did I tell you?”
“Not to move my hands.”
“Do it or I’ll take you over my knee and spank you before I make you come.”
Her eyes are dark and they glisten in the moon but it’s not with tears as she puts her hands back over her head to grip the headboard and I resume my work, circling her clit before sliding my tongue between her folds, licking the space between her pussy and her asshole before circling that tight little hole, too.
“Stefan!” Again, her hands are in my hair.
I get up on my knees, turn her a little, just enough to give her a smack on the ass.
She gasps but this isn’t like last night. This is erotic. Last night was punishment, albeit mild.
“You shouldn’t—” she starts
“What? I shouldn’t what? I can lick your pussy but not your asshole?”
Even in the moonlight, I see her face flush with embarrassment.
I grin, flip her over onto her belly. “Up on your elbows and knees. Spread your legs wide for me. I want your cunt and your asshole open to me, Gabriela, because you’re mine. Every part of you is mine.”
She’s turned on, I see it in her eyes, smell the musk of her arousal in the air. When she moves, I watch her. She lifts her hips high, spreading her knees wide and watching me with her cheek on her forearm. I settle myself between her open legs and spread her ass cheeks wider, look at her, all of her, and I dip my head down and I tongue her asshole again, tongue it and rub her clit between my fingers until she’s gasping, her hands fisted, her back arched deeply.
“Stefan. Oh fuck!”
“Come,” I command as I swipe my tongue greedily over her cunt and back to her asshole. “Come with my tongue in your asshole and my fingers on your clit.”
“Oh, Stefan!” she cries out, gasping, bucking with orgasm, panting and whimpering my name over and over and over again.
And fuck.
That.
That chanting of my name. All I can think as she collapses on the bed, breathless, her body jerking with aftershocks, is that I will never get enough of that.
I get up on my knees and tug her down the bed by her ankle, then flip her back over and grip one thigh, push it up.
“You like me licking your asshole, Gabriela?” I ask, kissing her.
She nods, kissing me like she’s starved.
“Say it.”
“I like it,” she’s out of breath, her eyes only half-open.
“You like what?” I taunt, rubbing my cock between her dripping folds while I watch her.
“You’re going to make me come again,” she starts, trying to kiss me.
I draw just out of reach. “Say it or I’ll stop.” I take her hands, weave my fingers through hers and spread her arms wide to look at her like this. “Say it. Tell me how much you liked it when I licked your asshole.”
“I loved you licking my…my asshole.”
I smile wide. “Good girl.” Fuck. “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
“Yes.”
“No. Not yet.” I kiss her soft mouth before rising up on my knees. “You’re too sweet. Too innocent for me, you know that?” Not that I will let her go.
She leans up on her elbows, looks at me, at my cock in my fist. I let her watch as I smear it through her wet folds, watch her gasp and bite her lip when I rub against her clit.
“Come here, Gabriela,” I tell her, cupping the back of her head, as I lean over her, my cock at her face. “Open your mouth.”
She opens, sets her little pink tongue to the tip of my cock. I close my eyes and fist the base of it when she circles, licking pre-cum from me before closing her lips around my tip and sucking.
“Fuck.” I push deeper but what I want to do is to thrust into her, to fuck her face. Fuck. I want to be balls deep in her sweet little mouth and come down her throat until she chokes on me.
Her hands move to my abdomen, pushing against me.
I look down to see her panicked eyes and I draw out, let her catch her breath. I settle myself between her legs again, rubbing my cock between her folds before taking it into my fist and pumping, watching her watch me.
“I’m going to come all over you. I’m going to mess up that pretty face of yours. Open your legs wider, let me see you rub your greedy little pussy. Let me see you make yourself come.”
She does, sliding her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with the pad of two fingers and fuck, watching her like this, looking at her face, at her dirty fingers doing their work, hearing her come again, it sends me over the edge.
I come hard, sending ropes of cum across her belly, her breasts, her mouth. I cover her with it, and seeing her like this, seeing her soiled with my seed, it sends a final wave of pleasure through me and I shudder with it, shudder as I empty, as I collapse beside her on my bed.