Page 71 of Stains of Desire
The green in her eyes turns into a dark emerald, and her face turns redder. I kiss her freckles then lips. "You're beautiful. Every part of you is beyond gorgeous. And you're mine. I want to see all of you, all night. Now go."
To my delight, she follows my commands. She sits straight, with perfect posture, and puts her long legs on the ottoman.
She's a classy concoction of innocence and sexiness. Every part of her begs me to ravage her.
"Wider. Put one foot on each corner," I order.
She moves them as directed.
She's a work of art.
I select a metal bowl, throw several bottles of water in it, and pick up a handful of towels off the shelf. I find the razor and shaving cream in my backpack and take everything over to her.
"Take your hair tie out."
She does it, and her soft red hair flows over her shoulders, right above her pink nipples. They're already puckering, and the more I stare at them, the more they harden.
I drag my finger over her left one, and when it can't get any harder, I pinch it.
"Oh God!" she cries and arches her back.
I lean into her face. "Stop and no."
She shakes her head quickly. "Don't stop."
I kiss her. "You say it at any time."
She nods. "I know. Don't keep telling me."
"No?"
"No."
"You'll remember?"
"Yes. But I don't want you to stop."
This woman is so perfect.
I kiss her again. This time, it's deep, and the fire burning in my veins singes. I pull back, and she catches her breath while I pour a bottle of water into the bowl.
She watches me intently. I don't take my eyes off her body, especially her throbbing pink sex I'm dying to devour. I reach behind me and remove my shirt.
Patience.
I dip a rag in the water then ring it out and pick up one of her calves. I rest her foot on my shoulder so she's even more open and exposed to me then drag my fingers from her ankle down her inner leg. When I get to her pulsing paradise, I inch my finger slowly in and out of her.
She whimpers, and my cock pulses.
I curl my finger inside her then remove it and smear her juice on her mouth. I don't even have to command her. She eagerly parts her lips, sucks on my finger, and I grunt.
I'm so ready for my meal.
Not yet.
I sit back and run the towel on her leg then put shaving cream on it. "I love your body." I stroke the razor over her calf. "Has anyone shaved you before?"
"No."
