deep enough to reach me without words. She writhed beneath me as I moved lower, a murmur which was almost a protest leaving her lips, like she wasn’t used to pleasure like this, like it was too much for her body to take and she didn’t know how to handle it. But I was going to teach her how, I was going to train her flesh to crave softness and caresses which would ease away the memory of pain and fear. I was going to dedicate myself to giving her only the best of things in this world, letting her touch, taste, see and feel everything on a visceral level until the echoes of her torture faded away.
I knew they’d always be with her on some level, there was no way to stamp out the things she’d been through. But she could harness all of that pain into strength. I’d seen it myself. And I only wanted to stoke those flames in her.
My mouth trailed over her hipbone as I pushed her thighs further apart to accommodate my shoulders and she suddenly fisted her free hand in my hair, halting my progress with a gasp as she realised where I was heading.
Her green eyes were wide with hesitation, maybe a little fear too, like she didn’t know if she wanted me to do this or not.
“It’s just a kiss, baby doll,” I purred tightening my grip on her hand as I pressed it down into the sheets. “Don’t you like it when I kiss you?”
Her lips parted like they were caught between encouragement and objection and I smirked at her as my gaze dipped down to her pussy and I licked my lips slowly, loving the feeling of her eyes on me.
“How about you keep hold of my hair like that?” I asked her. “If you don’t like it, you can pull me away. And if you do, you can press me down harder and fuck my mouth until you come around my tongue.”
My gaze made it back to hers and my dick hardened at the sight of her dilated pupils and her ragged breaths. This was all so new to her, yet her body craved it, I could tell. She’d been too long in the dark, she was owed a thousand years of pleasure and I wanted to give her every second of it.
Slowly, without another word passing her lips, she used her grip on my hair to push my head down between her thighs.
“Fuck, baby doll, I’m gonna make you scream in all the right ways.”
A soft moan urged me on and I dropped my mouth to her inner thigh a moment later, loving the way her grip on my hand and hair tightened simultaneously. I worked my way up to her core as slowly as I could manage, making her pant for me, stealing her hesitation away with desire instead even though I was starving for a taste of her.
When my mouth finally made it to the centre of her, I groaned as I lapped my tongue over the wetness I found waiting for me there. My poor, savage girl had been starving for this, for care and adoration and desire to fill her flesh.
Winter gasped as I ran my tongue around her opening, devouring her slowly, tasting, exploring, licking her delicately before I started in on my feast.
I took another slow lap of her pussy, loving the taste of her on my tongue and the way her hips shifted into the movement, demanding more.
I laughed against her flesh, letting the vibrations of my chuckle dance through my lips and into her body before licking around her again and again. When I finally ran my tongue up to her clit, she cried out, fisting her hand in my hair so tightly it hurt.
My grip on her other hand tightened and I tugged her thigh over my shoulder as I made my movements deeper, harder, loving the moment when she circled her other leg around my back too and clamped her thighs around my head.
She drove my head down with her hand in my hair and ground her hips against my mouth, fucking my tongue just like I’d promised she would. She was moaning so loudly that I couldn’t help but wrap my free hand around my cock, relieving some of the desperate ache in it as I stroked myself.
Winter was moaning and panting, her movements urgent and her grip on me tightening everywhere she held me as