“Amo?”
“You are too perfect for words.” I touched her ass, my fingertips ghosting over the smooth skin then up her back, over the bumps of her spine then back down again. I slid my thumb under the string of the thong and slowly pulled at it until it slid out between her ass cheeks and pussy lips, drenched as if she’d taken a swim.
“Fuck, Greta. I want nothing more than to make you mine, than to bury myself to the hilt inside of you.”
I hadn’t meant to voice my thoughts like that, but seeing her in this position made me lose control.
Greta tensed then glanced over her shoulder at me, her brows puckered. “Wouldn’t this be a very painful position for a first time?”
“I’m not going to take your virginity today and definitely not like this,” I growled, close to losing my mind entirely. If I ever took Greta’s innocence, which I shouldn’t even consider doing, I’d do it right. With her in my arms, in a cozy bed.
I didn’t allow myself to dwell on the thought.
“Okay,” she said simply. I kissed her left then her right ass cheek before I ran my thumb over the tantalizing crease, groaning at her arousal. My thumb glided under her thong, brushing her swollen folds then her opening. I pulled down her thong to her knees then lightly ran my fingertips over her pussy. I allowed my index finger to circle her opening then dipped only the very tip in. I exhaled at the sight. Shaking my head, I took a step back. “Turn around. I need to see your face.”
Greta elegantly turned until she faced me once more with her legs parted after she’d kicked off her thong as she sat on the kitchen counter. She regarded my face with quiet scrutiny. “Is everything okay?”
I chuckled bitterly and stepped up to her, my hands cupping her face. “Just trying to maintain control,” I murmured before I kissed her.
I could see the questions in her face but I intensified our kiss, distracting her busy mind. Soon Greta stroked my chest through my shirt. She began to open the buttons until she could part my shirt. With her short nails she teased my abs and chest. I gripped her wrists, kissed one then the other palm before I put her hands down on the counter. “Let’s ignore my need for tonight,” I urged. My lust for Greta had accumulated like a thunderous storm cloud over the last few weeks, and today it mingled with frustration and dark hunger, both of which had no place when I was intimate with Greta.
I ran my knuckles down her belly then stroked my index and middle finger along Greta’s pussy. Greta watched with half lidded eyes as I used my two fingers to part her folds so I could massage the sensitive inner part. My fingers glistened with Greta’s need. Soon Greta rocked her hips against my hand, her lips parted, expression tight with passion. I sped up, focusing more attention on her clit. It didn’t take long for Greta to lose herself to her orgasm under my ministrations and my mouth became dry when she threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat. I leaned forward, my lips brushing her skin, then parting. But I stopped myself in the last moment, my teeth already against her throat. I couldn’t mark Greta like that.
I moved back and our gazes locked.
There was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t, wouldn’t.
“More,” Greta begged and I smirked, glad she distracted me from my stupidity. “More?” I asked quietly, my voice tight with arousal. I could probably come in my pants if I really focused. She gave a terse nod and I ran my middle finger over her slit, back and forth. She was so wet. “Greta, I want—”
Before I could tell her, I wanted to put my finger in her, she put her hand on mine and used light pressure. “Amo, I need…I don’t know. I need…”
I knew what she needed. I kissed her gently then rubbed the pad of my middle finger over her opening before I pushed my tip into her.
She exhaled, her brows dipping as she looked down her body to where my fingertip was sliding in and out of her channel.
I was mesmerized as I worked my finger slowly deeper into Greta’s tight opening. In and out, coating it with her lust. My tip slid in easily then I pushed until my first knuckle before I pulled out again. My finger glistened beautifully as I rubbed Greta’s opening with my pad gently before I delved into her once more, this time until my second knuckle. Greta’s pussy clenched around me and I looked up for the first time since I’d started fingering her to check her expression. She too was looking down at my finger inside of her, but a subtle tension dominated her mouth.
“Is it too uncomfortable?” I asked in a low voice, my finger still sliding in and out slowly.