“Can I kiss them?”
Zahara grins, like a cat who has the cream within reach of her paws. She nods, and then gasps as I descend upon her.
I first take the left one in my mouth. I moan at the unexpected taste I find there. I expected her to be nothing but sweetness. Instead, her nipple is the rich bite of dark chocolate. The taste is harsh and not for the faint of heart, just like my wee warrior. The cocoa nibs are tart. They fill me with the warmth of a roasted flame.
I gather her body to me. My panther doesn’t fight me. She wraps her arms around my back and digs her fingers into my hair. I feel claws. And I like it.
Her moan turns to a yelp as I flip her over onto her back. Then I’m on top of her, tonguing every lick of salt I find from the undersides of her breasts, in the valley between the two, and into the nooks and crannies of her pebbled nipples.
“Please, Virius, inside me.”
Zahara lets go of my hair and reaches for my cock. Before she can work her fingers into the knot of my toga, I snag both her wrists in mine. She fights me, yanking to break free of my hold. She’s strong, but I’m stronger. My fear of hurting her lessens.
“You want me inside you?” I ask.
“Finally, he’s getting it,” she huffs.
I keep my hold on her wrists with my left hand. I bring the fingers of my right hand between us. “Open.”
Zahara opens her thighs. I grin down at her. The cheeky kitten. Instead of clarifying my meaning, I bring my mouth to hers. When my lips meet hers, she obeys my original command.
I get lost in the kiss. Lost in her. In the taste, the touch, and feel of her. Her breasts were a dark treat, but her mouth is silky sweet. I’m so lost in the tangle of our tongues that I forget my original purpose.
Oh, right. She wanted me inside her. I’m going to oblige her.
With reluctance, I disentangle my tongue from hers. But I leave her mouth with one last, long lick. It causes Zahara to leave her mouth open, waiting for more. I take the opportunity to dip my index finger between her lips.
She suckles on the digit. The suction causes my cock to steal even more of the low blood supply in my system. I nearly lose my head as Zahara swirls her tongue around my finger, mimicking what she might do to my cock. But like I said, that will never happen. She is far too wee to take on that monster.
With my finger wet, I pull it from her mouth. Zahara whimpers in protest. But when she realizes where my hand is going, she moans with delight.
I slip my finger beneath the waistband of her cargo pants. There isn’t a second waistband that I need to pass beneath her pants. She’s not wearing any panties.
My finger takes its time trekking through the soft curls that hide her treasure. This is not a treasure hunt. I know exactly where the X of her spot is. I simply want to explore her body for a few seconds longer.
It’s not just her body I want to explore. It’s the feelings coming to life inside of me. I’ve never wanted this with a woman before. Sex has always been a job, a means to an end. For the first time in my life, I feel anticipation. I feel desire.
“Please, Virius.”
No woman has ever begged me before. If she was a paying customer, she had free range to do with my body as she pleased. Zahara’s plea breaks a dam inside me. I want to hear that cry again.
I find her clitoris. The little bud is so engorged that my finger slips off and to the side. Zahara gasps and bucks beneath me.
I rub her again, with the same effect. My index finger slips to the other side. I play slip and slide for a few moments, reveling in Zahara’s cries. Marveling as I watch her body tremble at only my touch.
“Please, Viri, please.”
She bucks and whimpers as I leave her clit. It’s a short journey to her opening. I slip my finger inside her.
Well, I attempt to slip inside, but it’s a tight fit.
Zahara’s body tenses as the tip of my index finger breeches her virgin entrance. Immediately, I try to pull out of her untried flesh. Her body clamps down on my finger. She closes her legs, trapping me inside of her.
I don’t complain. I work with what I’m given.
I move in and out of her. Just the tip of my finger. Just an inch, in and out.
“More, Viri, please.”
I know that I shouldn’t. But I can’t deny her please.
Using my thumb, I gather the liquid desire that has pooled between her thighs. With my thumb lubricated, I return to her clit, which has swollen to twice the size since my index finger left it. I press her button with my thumb, making tiny circles.
It does the trick. Zahara’s legs relax open. Her inner muscles give, letting my index finger slide into her. I’m up to the knuckle now.
“Ahh,” she hisses.
The sound is a mix of pleasure and pain. With any other woman, I wouldn’t be able to hear the difference. With any other woman, I wouldn’t have cared.
When I look into Zahara’s eyes, I see the pain is already melting away. All that remains is desire.
“Kiss me,” she says.
I do as she asks. I give her what she wants. Because I am astounded that what she wants is me. My lips pressed against hers. My finger inside her.
Down below, the beast paces. It pulsates with a hunger that only grows. But I am prepared to starve that motherfucker. She can’t handle my index finger. There’s no way she can
