as my body quivered from all the stimulation. Arion wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest, stroking my hair lightly and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Tell me what's wrong,” he said as brushed my hair behind my ear.
“I'm just nervous,” I said softly as I leaned against him. “Everything you're doing feels amazing and I'm really enjoying it, but I feel so anxious.” Arion kissed the top of my head again and moved his hand down to rub my back.
“You know I love you more than anyone. I’d do anything for you. If you aren't ready yet, then I understand. We don't have to do anything that you don't want to,” Arion said as he took my hands in his. “All I want is to make you feel good.”
As I listened to his words, I realized I was nervous for no reason. This was my Arion, the man I had fallen in love with, who always treated me with kindness and caring and love. He had never hurt me and always tried to please me. Whatever we did tonight was an expression of the love we had for each other, and he was treating it as just that.
I wrapped my arms around Arion's shoulders and pulled him close, crashing my lips against his own roughly.
Arion placed his hand along my jaw and parted my lips with his tongue, pulling me to him. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, his tongue moving against my own as we feverishly kissed. I placed my hand over his own, guiding it down and over my breast again. Arion slowly pulled away from my lips and our eyes locked. “Are you sure?” he asked me, watching for my reaction.
“I've always been sure,” I whispered back. He slowly guided me so that I was laying down again, his lips trailing over my neck and chest as he moved me. I watched as Arion began kissing his way down my bare stomach again, dragging his tongue over my flesh slowly and pausing here and there to blow puffs of cool air over the trail of kisses he left. Any lingering hesitation I had left slowly melted away as my body began to tremble again, growing warm from desire. I flushed a little as Arion paused below my navel, planting a light kiss above my womanhood.
A deep sigh sounded from my throat as I closed my eyes, lifting my hips slightly into the air. I wasn't exactly sure what Arion had planned, but I knew I wanted to find out. The warmth and want I had developed throughout Arion's teasing kisses and sensual treatment of my body had now grown into an uncontrollable desire, and I wanted release from the torturous throbbing between my legs. My lover pushed at my knees again, spreading my thighs open and exposing my most intimate area to the cold air and himself for the first time. I didn't expect his next move and gasped loudly, my hips jerking again as his mouth pressed against my mound.
Despite our seven years of abstinence, Arion clearly could read my body and quickly figured out how to please me. As his tongue moved against my sex, I could do little more than quiver and voice my enjoyment in the form of soft moans and breaths. I reached for my love and found his hair with my hands, holding onto the chocolate locks loosely between my fingers. I squirmed underneath his mouth, beginning to move my lower body with the rhythm of his motions. There was a delicious, wonderful feeling building within the core of my hips, and I let Arion's name slip softly from my mouth between moans. His hands had found their way to my thighs, and began to stroke the soft skin slowly as he continued to taste me. My eyelids felt heavy, my head cloudy as if I was stuck between reality and a fantasy in my mind. I didn't notice that Arion's fingers had moved until I felt them replace his tongue, lightly stroking at my entrance. I squirmed more on the bed as he slowly began to push the tip of the digit inside me. A loud groan escaped my mouth as his tongue went back to work, moving in a steady rhythm with the end of his finger.
The pressure growing between my thighs was becoming nearly unbearable, and I was almost at the brink of telling Arion to stop. My breath moved