to be. Yes, I brought you here against your will, but have I hurt you?”
“No,” she answers nervously.
“And I won’t. No matter what happens or what you do, I won’t hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. Do you want that? Do you want me to touch you?” Her throat bobs, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I won’t touch her, no matter how badly my fingers itch to unless she says yes.
“I’ve never been naked with a man or touched a...” Her naiveté only makes her more attractive as she refuses to say the word out loud.
Leaning into her body, I watch with pleasure as she shivers, tiny goosebumps pebbling her flesh. I want to taste her, suck on her tender skin, mark her. Make her mine. Forever.
“Did you forget that I know everything there is to know about you? I know that you’re a virgin, that you’ve never let a man touch you, let alone fuck you.”
Her chest rises and falls, drawing my attention to her perky breasts.
“Will you touch me?”
“Only if you want me to,” I say hoarsely, running my fingers underneath the swell of her breast. “Is that what you want? For me to touch you?”
Her voice is so soft I almost don’t hear her response. “Yes.”
Forcing myself to breathe slowly, I lean into her and touch my lips to hers. I kiss her lazily, drawing out each caress until she’s lifting her hands and placing them against my chest. Tiny nails sink into my flesh, and I knead one breast before switching to the other.
We’re both panting now, and my balls ache so badly I feel like I’m going to blow at any second. I need a release, and soon.
“I want to touch you.” My lips move across her jaw and down her throat. My kisses grow hungrier as I reach her throbbing pulse.
“You are…” She says innocently.
Easing back, I chuckle. “No, I mean, here…” I trail my hand down to her abdomen and run my finger over the top of her mound.
“I don’t want to have sex,” she blurts out as if we were going there right now. “I’m not ready for that.”
“Not sex, sweetheart, just touching. Nothing else.”
She looks like she might say no but then nods her head. I can tell she’s nervous, but she has nothing to be nervous about. I’ll make this good for her.
“Spread your legs a little.” She immediately widens her stance, and my fingers move over her skin tenderly as if she’s a delicate flower. When I reach her folds, I slide a finger between them and smirk when I find her already wet for me.
Looking down at her, she’s staring up at me with uncertainty.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you, and if you want me to stop, I will.” Fluttering my finger against her clit, I watch as her facial features do a one-eighty. There’s something wild in her eyes, like a stallion that needs to be lassoed.
“You’re so reactive to my touch… like you were made for me. Fuck, I want to be inside of you so bad.”
“That feels…” She trails off like she can’t find the word.
“Good?”
“Yes, so good.” She tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, and I’m tempted to bite it just like she is, but instead, focus entirely on her pleasure. After rubbing gentle circles against her clit for a while, I move to her entrance, exhaling all the air in my lungs as I very slowly sink one digit inside of her. Heaven. Absolute fucking heaven is the only way I could describe this. Come leaks from the swollen head of my cock, and every muscle in my body tightens.
Dove clenches around my finger, and I look up into her angelic face. She’s tensing up again, it’s most likely nerves; still, I have to make certain.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No… I want…you.” The urgency in her voice tells me she’s telling the truth, plus she’s drenched, soaking my fingers, she wants this.
With her pussy in my hand, I watch her face intently as I slowly pump my finger in and out of her channel, maintaining pressure against her clit.
And fuck, what I see as I watch her is what I always imagined it would be like when I touched her. Euphoric pleasure clouds her eyes. Her pupils dilate, and her mouth opens, forming a perfect O. She looks like a sex goddess.
Her arousal coats my hand, and I know she’s close, so close. Curving my finger upward,