Initially, I kissed the notch behind her ear, and then I ran my tongue down the curve of her neck. With a low groan, she spoke her thoughts. I felt a throbbing in my cock but restrained myself. I just couldn’t bring myself to fuck her. The time is not right for that just now. I had to be honest with her because only then would she know whether she could really accept me.
“Put on the pyjamas and think about me. ”
“Okay,” she sighed in assent.
It would have been better if a She wasn’t even close to being ready for it. It’s possible she won’t be ready for it ever. And yet, if she were to be mine, I could go without it.
I leant in and kissed the small of her back. “You did well, girl.”
Over time, I gradually backed away from her, and she leaned forward. No time had passed, yet our bond was as strong as ever. A little more time and the whole truth were all she needed to see the light again.
When she didn’t take the next step, I said, “Go on.”
She slid down from the bed, snatched the piece of black silk, and sped off to the plush washroom. She left, closing the door as if it were going to separate us from each other.
It would take a lot more to keep me away from her permanently, but for the time being I’ll give her some space. Even though I really wanted to go in the shower with her, I resisted the urge.
Instantly upon her exit from the restroom, my cock had hardened like a rock. The short nightgown barely concealed her pussyfoot. I could see her lovely behind protruding from below the hem if she turned around.
She froze in place at the door to the bedroom while I scrutinized her. It took me a whole minute to appreciate her body’s exquisite form, from her delicate breasts to her silky, porcelain skin. In reaction to my undivided attention, her peepers pebbled, and the flimsy silk did nothing to conceal the protruding genitalia.
I wanted to get closer so I could rip the thin fabric off her and see the dark pink skin at the tips of her nipples. Long had passed since I’d last seen her unclothed, and now I yearned to rediscover her flawlessness.
Her hands were twisted together in front of her, and her teeth dug into her pouted lower lip. Her tense ticks were immediately recognizable. She had a timid, exposed sensation.
I should not have stripped her, pinned her against the wall, and fucked her so hard right now. She need my gentle touch; she could not have handled my wrath. Her naivete appealed to me, but I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable in my presence.
Slowly, I got to my feet and walked toward her, giving her plenty of chance to retreat if she didn’t feel comfortable with our conversation going any further.
She didn’t move from her position. Her gaze followed me around as I walked, shifting from my fixed gaze to the bulge of my cock where my pants were tight. As she licked her lips, I stifled a lusty roar.
When I finally got there, I took a big breath and offered her my hand.
She reached out first, clasping my much larger hand in her much little one. I clasped her fingers in mine and pulled her back to the bed, where I had her perch on the side.
An electromagnetic connection was made when I stroked a stray strand of hair off her face, and she shut her eyes. I gave in to my need to keep stroking her. When I ran my fingers through her hair, I could feel the moist, rich chocolate strands. I reached her shoulder and ran my hand down her arm, following the contour of her collarbone. When I touched her, her skin rippled, and she glowed with the same heightened awareness that had me.
My hand re-encircled hers, my thumb lightly touching the inside of her wrist. There was a swaying motion as her eyes closed and she came toward me. She leaned back, anticipating the moment when my lips would meet hers.
I reached up and let my free hand sink into her hair, clenching it at her neck. When I yanked on her back, she took in a little scream and her eyes widened.
I expected to read rejection in her eyes and feel an apology teasing at the back of my throat. However, that wasn’t required. Her eyes were blazing with want as she looked up at me. She enjoyed the feel of my hand in her hair and the little discomfort I caused as I coiled my fist around hers to exert dominance.
Defiantly, I released my grip and continued to gently stroke and massage her head.
With a sigh of contentment, she re-entered my embrace. This time, she wasn’t even interested in being kissed. Her head sank to my shoulder as she let herself be comforted by me.
My hands slipped for an instant so that I could wrap my fingers around her waist and pull her into a curled posture on my lap. Finally, I went back to stroking her fur. She made a giddy humming noise as she drew closer.
“I missed you, angel,” I whispered, a rumbling of happiness in my voice.
She finally opened up: “I missed you too.” She looked up, and her dazzling blue eyes met mine. You even stated we could have a conversation. Still not satisfied with you, but I’d want to hear your side of the story.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she seemed to purr as I gently touched a pressure point behind her ear.
The thought made me giggle. “I How certain are you that you are not a joyful angel? ”
“Stop distracting me and speak,” but there was no actual force behind the command.