Brandon

Maybe it’s just because I’ve been living by myself in the woods for years, haven’t had any female companionship for nearly as long, but Juliet’s got the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. The tastiest, too.

Every time I lick it, flicking the little nub of her clit and taste the silk of her surrounding lips, it’s like having the sweetest truffle. The creamiest ice cream or yogurt. I know it’s odd, but even now, I can still taste the faint sweetness of flowers. Of the bubblebath I made for her. And while not soapy, it’s perfumed. Addictively so.

The perfect taste for such buttery and soft pussy lips. There so pink and shiny, I have to remind myself that they’re real. Maybe that’s what compels me to keep tasting and touching, even though I know I already have Juliet over the edge. Her lady’s so perfect, so milky sweet in its texture, I just have to enjoy every inch of it.

And I do. I lick and suck every inch of her, driving myself just as wild. Just as crazy. Knelt as I am in front of her, I can’t squirm as much as she is, but I’m aroused. If she was closer to the end of the bed than she is, she’d feel that for herself.

She’d feel just how hard and erect I am. As it is, as I’m licking on her I’m grinding against the end of the bed. Lightly humping the bit of the mattress I can reach without disturbing the bit of heaven I’m initiating her to. After everything she’s been through, I don’t want anything to disturb her peace. Her paradise. If anything, I want to give her more.

And more I do. I continue my diligent tasting of her until she squeezes my face and cheeks with her legs under an intense, happy orgasm.

The cry she lets out is adorable. It’s almost like an eagle giving her freedom, but more girly. Sweeter. But no less loud and proud.

After she orgasms, I take that as my queue to get off my knees between her legs, and to give her some more love. Some more attention. More “escape” from her reality. On the bed now, I’m still between her legs. Except now I have her legs and feet up over my shoulders. I gently hold her feet and legs in that position, as I enter her.

I don’t even ask if I can. Let her know that I am, I just do. I just enter her, immediately getting rewarded with a happy sound. A squeal. Something like a giggle, but definitely a moan. A tender sound. One that only increases the further and further I push inside of her. Again, as I was last night, I’m blown away by the way her lips practically “melt” around me. Over me. Through me, almost.

Again, it’s warm and inviting. All-encompassing. It’s easy and blissful, the way in. Before long, I’m as far in her as I can go. I’ve filled her up again, but unlike last night, I decide to go gently. Pump in and out sweetly softly.

I’m going slowly. Savoring each movement in and out. I’m letting her savor as well, and as we settle into a rhythm, I almost forget we don’t know each other well. As I’m rocking back and forth in her, leaning further into her body, grabbing and massaging her breasts, it feels like we’ve been like this forever. Like we’ve always known each other. Been with each other, even though she just showed up yesterday like a ghost on a cliff.

Putting my hand on her belly, I pick up pace slightly. Not hard, but enough to let her feel my texture. Let me feel hers, and we both share a sigh. A groan. From her belly, I move my hand back up to her breasts. Her nipples. I decide to pinch and roll one and then the other between my fingers, enjoying her trembling. Her quivering. Something that even enters her pussy, and vibrates into my cock.

Soon I decided to switch from having her legs up over my shoulders, to having the same legs and feet wound around my hips. My waist, with my body completely draping over hers. As I do this, I see and feel her admiring my tattoos. The ink she’s able to see on my arms, my chest, and part of my back, now that I have my shirt off. She’s pulled it off me as we change positions. But even while changing positions, my cock never comes out of her, and my penetration rhythm remains consistent. Steady. Quick, but not grueling.

I put my lips and mouth on her neck and give her little nibbles there. Bites. No bruises, but definitely a few red marks here and there. Innocent Hickey’s.

As I pick up my pace a little bit more, lace my hand with one of Juliet’s, I hear her mumble, “I want to stay here. I want to stay her with you, where it’s safe. Where I’m loved.”

“You can stay with me. You can stay here as long as you want. As long as you feel safe and loved, I have no problem with you staying here for as long as you want, Juliet.” I murmur these words, feeling secretly elated by the prospect. Not because I’ll get to have a beautiful woman to have sex with you whenever the mood strikes, but because I finally won’t be alone.

And after so many years of purposely being by myself. Purposely disengaging from all human contact. And now I have her. Juliet.

And she’s just said she wants to stay.