I sat up and did exactly as she asked. When I lowered myself back down on top of her, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down so tightly against her that my weight pressed her into the floor.

“You won’t be able to breathe,” I warned.

“Just stay here a minute,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her lips open in pleasure. I kissed her lips again, unable to resist the fullness of them, and she held me there as long as she could before taking a deep, gasping breath. “You feel so damn good.”

I slipped my fingertip underneath the lace of her bra. The nipple hiding under there was hard and full. I touched it gently and she arched into my hand, looking for more. “Do you always wear bras this sexy?”

“The panties match,” she said with a wicked grin. “You really should look.”

“Oh, you think so?” I marveled at how eager she was. She had absolutely no inhibitions about her body. Even the most beautiful women I had been with had hang ups about something and required lots of reassurance that I found them attractive. Lara had none! She didn’t know how to compare.

I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, teasing both of us with the reveal. Sure enough, the panties matched.

“Were you looking to get lucky?” I asked, taking my lips on an adventurous trail down her belly to the top of those panties.

“Actually, I always wear things like this,” she admitted. “I like all the different textures.”

I licked along the top of the panties, right where they met her skin. She gasped and clenched my hair with her hands. I pulled her jeans down more, and she wiggled her hips until they were down her legs. When I finally got them off, she wrapped those long, smooth legs around my shoulders.

It was all the invitation I needed.

I kissed and licked my way up her thighs. She writhed underneath me, her anticipation of what was coming evident in the completely soaked crotch of her panties. I pushed my hand against it, and the moan that came from her was enough to make my cock pulse.

Almost breathless with excitement, I pulled the material to one side – I needed to see all of her – and looked at her pussy. Fuck me. I couldn’t take my eyes of it. So fucking pink and sweet, and cushioned under soft panties that clung so lovingly to her gorgeous ass.

The whole thing was like a work of art that belonged in a goddamn art museum, or a shrine. One of those places where people reached on their hands and knees, but an uncivilized heathen like me, I stuck my watering mouth right where it was dripping.

She groaned at the first stroke of my tongue along the dewy puffy folds. Her pretty little pussy was as soft as the petals of a flower and as sweet as holy nectar. My tongue delved deeper as I ate greedily. Her smell intoxicated me and I couldn’t get enough.

My hungry slurping drew even louder moans from her as I hit on the spots she loved the most. She pushed her fingers through my hair and arched her hips up to me, giving me more access.

I began drawing designs all over her with my tongue. When I hit a spot that made her shiver and go tense with pleasure, I held her tighter to my mouth and kept at it, rubbing, licking, sucking, worshiping until I found a rhythm that made her moan with ecstasy and her body squirm like a small eel.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she snarled, driven purely by pleasure.

Don’t worry sweetheart. I ain’t stopping for nothing. I sucked the engorged button, hard. It took less than a minute before her body became a hard bow. She pushed her clit even deeper into my mouth, and let out a long wail that bounced off the walls. She collapsed underneath me, limp, and completely sated … not for long. Her little cunt throbbed under my tongue with the power of her orgasm.

“Doggone it, that felt so good!” she said with a shout of laughter.

Sticky-sweet honey was all around my mouth and I licked it clean before I lay down beside her. I rubbed my palm on her nipple over the lace of her bra. It was as hard as a stone. It didn’t take long for her to catch her breath and rise up on her elbow.

She grinned at me. “Now it’s your turn.”

Her searching hands found the button of my jeans and slid the zip down. She fumbled a bit so I helped her push my denims off. As soon as they got to my ankles I kicked them haphazardly away.

Now there was nothing between us but a pair of old boxers. I lifted my hips and she hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the thin material down, and my dick jumped to full attention before her. It was throbbing so much to get inside her silky warmth it actually hurt.

Patience, Kit, patience.

Moving on her hands and knees, she climbed up to my thighs and sat nude and upright on them, her wet open pussy rubbing on my flesh. In the firelight she was glorious. She slid her hands up my thighs. They were smooth and delicious on my skin. One hand stumbled upon my upright cock then immediately curled around it. We gasped in unison. Me with the sudden thrill of her soft hand fisting my cock, and her with the shock at my size.

“You’re so huge,” she whispered in wonder.

“Yeah,” I smirked. I knew I was big. I’d been told often enough.

Her hands ran lightly along the shaft and over the pulsing veins. My cock jerked at her touch. Her hand was cool and sure as she slowly slid her fingers up, feeling every inch of me with her sculptor’s hands. It was as though she was memorizing me, testing the texture of my skin, exploring me in a way that no other woman had.

“Your skin is like satin, but he seems angry. Is he?” she asked, her face filled with curiosity and tilted to one side.

“No, sweetheart. He’s not angry. He’s just too fucking excited at the thought of filling every inch of your wet pussy.”

She blushed prettily. “He reminds me of a wild bull.”

“That’s right. He’s just waiting for the gates to open so he can ride on in.”

“Will all of him fit inside me?” she asked in a voice filled with wonder.

“We’ll take it slow,” I reassured.

“Don’t worry. I’m not afraid at all. I want all of him inside me.”

“Good, because I am dying to be inside you.”

“Can I taste you first?” she asked.

I wanted to say something, but I swear, I had gone and lost the power of speech.