Not without clear boundaries and a talk about limits.
“That’s it,” I encouraged softly, pleasure coursing through every muscle as I watched her twitch and shudder. “You’re doing such a good job.”
Vi was clearly a woman who adored praise, because the simple phrase tipped her over, her body going rigid as she moaned, low and satisfied, as her inner walls clutched my hand.
I lost track of how many times the camera flashed as I worked her down slowly, first by continuing to lightly tease her oversensitive flesh with the vibrator before shutting it off. My fingers took over, slowly pressing in and out as her breathing evened.
My hand moved to find the cap of the vibrator, and I dropped it into my bag with a self-satisfied grin.
She surged forward to kiss me heavily as I righted her underwear, pawing at my clothes, and I caught her hands, angling my desire-slick fingers away from her carefully.
“No, darling.”
“But I… Dana, please! I want to touch you.”
I shook my head, using my dry hand to tilt her chin for a gentle kiss.
“I take my pleasure in making you feel good, gorgeous.”
“So you don’t want me to?” she asked softly, confusion in her eyes as I pulled back to suck her delicious wetness from my fingers.
If her cunt tasted like this—summer fresh, tart berries and champagne—I could only imagine the luxury of her blood.
“Not because I don’t desire you, Vi,” I explained, helping her right her sports bra. “I just… don’t prefer to be touched that way.”
She nodded, cupping my face in her hands for another of her knee-wobbling kisses, taking her time to kiss me in a way that felt a lot like gratitude. When she pulled back, it was to nibble gently at my lips, our noses brushing together between lazy presses of our mouths.
“This is okay though, right?” she asked softly, looking at me through her lashes.
I nodded, stealing a few more tender kisses from her slightly swollen lips. “Abso?—”
Vi’s stomach growled, and we both laughed as she went pink.
“Sorry! I haven’t had lunch.”
“Let’s get you fed then,” I chuckled, sliding off the bench to give her room to right her leggings. Vi followed shortly after, her legs a little stiff as she pulled a fistful of photo strips from the machine’s delivery chute.
She only turned more scarlet as she sifted through them, taking a couple of the strips for herself before handing me the rest with a mischievous smile.
“For later.”
I glanced down at the black-and-white photos in my hands, groaning softly.
Shot after shot of Vi’s beautiful, gently curved frame splayed across my lap like a precious, needy little ghost stared back at me. My own deeply rich skin contrasting beautifully with hers as she fell apart for me.
I tucked the photos away, easily ignoring the pulse of desire low in my belly, and offered my hand to Vi.
“Still up for pizza?”
She took it instantly, twining our fingers.
“Is that what you want, or what you think I’d like?”
I chuckled softly. This minx of a girl was determined to make me put myself first. “What you’d like.”
She made a buzzer noise, using her free hand to give me a thumbs down paired with a scowl. “Try again.”
I took a minute to think about it, going through the options in my mind.