Returning to the bed, he whispered an order against her ear. “Don’t make a sound, unless it is to tell me how much you like something.”
He followed his own desire first. With each breast cupped, he flicked his tongue across one, then the other nipple. “Yes, that, I like that,” she breathed, and Martin settled in on the left. With his right fingers, he squeezed the other nipple hard, enough that she cried out. But she followed that with, “I like that even more.”
Her breasts were perfect. He could have stayed with them all night, worshipping the areolas as they grew darker in pleasure. But he waited only until Lolly’s hips were bucking, her quim instinctively rubbing against his thigh.
Then he continued his journey downwards. Her stomach tasted slightly sweeter than her breasts, and near her navel, he discovered a trio of moles that matched the one on her lip. He kissed each one, eliciting an eddy of breath from her, before nestling himself between her legs.
There was nothing like the feeling of a woman’s knees hooked over one’s shoulders. One’s face directly confronting her most precious parts. Lolly smelled of desire. Her curls were even darker than her hair and already slick with juice. Martin admired them for a moment, trying to center his mind, to memorize this in case he never saw it again.
“Why aren’t you inside me?” Lolly asked. “I want to feel you.”
He bit at her inner thigh – gently – in response. “A barbarian doesn’t care what you want.”
“Oh.”
Martin ran a finger between her folds. She jerked in surprise, then settled back down. He did it again, with more pressure this time, and hovered over her little hill. It was already stiff and engorged, more than his poor cock, and he nearly groaned at the feel of it.
“Yes.” He could hear her words evaporate in the air, dissolving into pure pleasure. He bit at her thigh again as he looked for the right rhythm, starting slow, then going faster, then slowing again, until finally, Lolly said, “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
It was mesmerizing, watching her skin respond to his touch. The way her quim seemed to breathe in sync with her lungs. He only wished he could kiss her mouth as he did this; his free hand drifted to his cock at the thought of it. He was hard again.
But that was neither here nor there.
“I know it has been forever, but keep going.” Lolly said on a sigh. Her thighs tightened around his head. “Oh, keep going.”
Martin wouldn’t stop, not even with his wrist cramping. He ran his jaw along the soft side of her leg, letting his stubble raise her nerves, and she let out a cry of delight.
He didn’t mean to stop, but he couldn’t keep his mouth from her any longer, and suddenly he found himself cupping her quim with his tongue. She gasped. Lolly tasted just as he had imagined, soft and salty and delicious. Her mons leapt to his tongue. He caressed it, then grew rougher, faster, as her hips started shaking. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he slid his index finger inside her canal and pulsed it firm and deep at the same time as licking her mons with all his might.
Lolly’s body lifted into the air as she let out a great gasp of pleasure. It was so sudden that it knocked Martin backwards; he almost cut his lip on his own teeth. And just when he thought she was done – when he thought the display couldn’t get any better – her orgasm turned into a loud, obnoxious sneeze.
She fell back into the mattress. Rolling beside her, Martin lifted the blindfold from her eyes, then untied the binding at her wrists. Lolly lifted her hands to his face, framing his cheeks in her palms.
“I had no idea it would be like that.”
There was a fondness in her eyes; Martin’s heart leapt with hope. “Did it change your mind?”
But she was in the stars. “I have never felt anything like that. It was better than I imagined. It didn’t even hurt!”
The words didn’t register with Martin until she reached down, touching herself, and examined her fingers.
She looked at him in confusion. “I didn’t bleed at all?”
And Martin realized that, with the blindfold on, she thought he had entered her with his full staff.
That he had taken her virginity, just as she had asked.
“I only used my finger.” He held up the offending digit. “You didn’t think that my cock was that small, did you?”
The pleasure leached from Lolly’s face. “But I wanted to experience the marital act.”
A myriad of answers crossed Martin’s mind. For one, he hadn’t meant their interlude to end just now; it was only a pause as she recovered from what he hoped was earth-shattering pleasure.
But there was also the fact that he had not, in fact, agreed to take her virtue before marriage.
He took too long to choose a response.
“No matter.” Putting on her minx grin, Lolly vaulted to her knees. She wrapped his cock in two fists. “The night is hardly over.”
