“Being romantic,” I tease, kissing her forehead before dropping her on the bed. “I’ve never done it before, but the movies make it look easy. How am I doing so far, gatita?”
She snorts and rolls her eyes, but parts her legs when I climb over her. “Not bad for a rookie. But … it’s unnecessary. It’s not our first time, so you obviously know I’m not … you know, a bride in the traditional sense.”
And thank God for that. I don’t think I have it in me to initiate a virgin. Elena is coming to me ready for all I have to give, and she’s strong enough to meet me on equal ground. She proved that the night I lashed her delicious ass with my belt.
“It’s absolutely necessary,” I tell her while unbuttoning my shirt. “It should be this way on your wedding night. Let me give that to you.”
Elena’s face is creased with confusion, as if she still hasn’t quite figured me out. Not that she’s alone. This person I’m becoming—the things she makes me feel—none of it is familiar. It makes me unrecognizable even to myself.
No more thinking. This decision is final, and Elena is mine for life—for better or worse, no matter what.
I go to work on the fastenings of the bustier running down her front, then parting it to reveal her tits. Kissing my way down her neck, I cup her breasts and squeeze, then roll her nipples between my fingers. She responds with a soft moan and arches her back, offering herself up to me. I tongue one of her nipples, making her shiver and squirm beneath me. Elena parts her legs farther, letting me fall flush against her. The heat of her radiates through my pants, making my cock twitch and strain to get into her. Not yet. Not until she’s begging me for it.
Now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t seem to get enough. I let my lips and tongue explore every bare inch on my way down to where I most want to nibble and lick. I find parts of Elena that make her buck and moan and drag her fingers through my hair. By the time I get to the waistband of her panties, she’s raising her hips and making little pleading noises in the back of her throat.
I wrench her legs farther apart, splaying her wide for me. Elena watches me with desperate eyes, her breasts heaving and trembling with every breath. She’s tense with anticipation, her thighs trembling in my hands. I press my mouth to the fabric covering her pussy, groaning to find her wetness has soaked the fabric. She sighs and pushes against my mouth like the greedy little kitten she is, demanding her pleasure. I give it to her, sucking and licking at her through the lace, so impatient that I can’t tear my mouth away to remove her last bit of clothing. She’s just as impatient as I am, raising her hips and yanking the panties downward. I kiss my way up as they come down, lapping at smoothly waxed skin. Unable to wait for her to wiggle out of the panties, I grab at them and yank, ripping the lace to shreds. Then, I press my tongue into her slit and drag it up over her folds and the nub of her clit.
“Oh … fuck,” she cries out, her voice raspy.
Oh, fuck is right. Her skin is satin-soft against my tongue and the taste of her is driving me wild. My intention to go slow and be gentle slip out of my hands as I start to devour her. I suck at her tender flesh and circle my tongue against her clit in rapid circles, producing more of her juices and more of those sexy-as-hell moans from between her lips.
Elena clutches at my shoulders, her nails leaving trails of fire as she drags them over my skin. Her hips buck up off the bed, but I slip my hands under her hips, then grip her inner thighs to hold her down and open. Then I’m fucking her with my tongue and letting my teeth scrape against her most vulnerable places. She’s so wet now that my lips are slick, my tongue coated in her tangy sweetness. My dick has swollen to its limit, and I feel precum dampening my briefs as I press my hips into the bed, needing pressure, friction, something to keep me from losing control. I want Elena to