I am small and self-conscious of my breasts. He senses my angst and gently urges, “Don’t be shy with me. I love your tits and have wanted to touch them and suck them for so long.”

At that, he releases my wrists and runs his hands up the sides of my waist and then around to the front and underneath them. He gently brushes his thumbs over my nipples, and I moan at his touch. He circles around each nipple, enticing me but not touching me where I want it so much. Finally, after much intense torture, he lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I can feel his tongue moving over my skin and the suction of his mouth is intense. He grazes his teeth over the sensitized nipple, sending my body into shivers.

He moves to my other breast and continues with his erotic torture until I don’t think I can stand it anymore. The heated pulsing between my legs is mounting with his every touch, and I want his hands on me and in me. But he seems intent on making me wait, and the seductive smirk on his face tells me he’s enjoying every minute of my torment. Finally, once he’s finished with my breasts, he takes both my hands in his and spits into their palms.

He looks at me without timidity. “Make me come.”

I use my hands to stroke his length, and he makes no effort at hiding his building arousal. He takes my hands, lacing the fingers together and shows me how he wants it. I oblige and continue, mesmerized by his excitement. As he nears his climax, he struggles to not let his head fall back in ecstasy. He seems intent on locking my eyes with his and fights his impulse until he finally gives in and lets go of himself. His cum is released in surges I feel on my stomach and chest more than I am able to see. I reach down and touch my wet stomach, wanting to run my hand through his seed and feel it on my fingers. He lowers his head to my neck, and I listen as his breathing slows. I continue to stroke him while his breathing returns to normal.

When we are finally relaxed against one another again, I pick up my discarded tank top and leave him for the bathroom to wash up. For the first time in the light, I can see myself covered with his semen. I wash off my stomach with the washrag and can’t help but feel the satisfaction of what I’ve done to him. As I start to pull my shirt back on, he enters. He is hanging long and still very enlarged, and I’m still very much hungry for him.

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As I catch her half in and half out of her shirt, I can’t help but taunt. “Why are you putting that on?”

Her brows furrow and she looks down at herself. “My shirt?”

“Yeah… You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?” I can’t help but smirk back. She immediately blushes and stares at her feet not knowing how to react. I wish she knew how sexy her shyness was to me. Every blush, every furtive glance away, every time her huge, innocent eyes widen in astonishment, I go crazy—like now. Watching the way she studied my cock and her hand on it, watching her excitement over my arousal, had pushed me over the edge. I didn’t intend to allow myself to come before her, but it became quite apparent that if I was going to take my time with her, and I had every intention of taking my time, then I would have to break suit and allow my release first—and what a release. I’ve been craving this release since the first night she stayed here, and finally, after so much time together, she’s given it to me. I wanted it to last forever.

Her inexperienced hands and hesitance made me want to push her further and further. She fed off my arousal perfectly and with very little direction knew exactly what I wanted from her. She so easily pushed me to my limit. And now, I intend to push her to her limit.

As I approach her, she is nervous with excitement and unsure what to expect. I help her back out of her partially on tank top and drop it to the floor. I then pull out a thick folded towel from the linen closet, lead her to the edge of the bathtub, and kneel on the rug in front of the tub where she stands. I ease down her pants and help her step out of them. Her underwear is simple white cotton with eyelets, nothing you’d see on a woman who wanted to be seen in her panties, but Rowan has a way of being sexy without trying or wanting to be. I kiss her smooth and flat stomach from above her navel down to the area just above her panties before gently pulling them down. I realize, even though I’ve now seen the better portion of Rowan’s body, I’ve never seen her pussy before. I’ve spent much time fantasizing, and I realize upon first sight that my dreams haven’t done reality justice. She is softly haired and has a well-groomed bikini line. She’s stunning.

I put my mouth and nose up to the top of her pubic region and inhale deeply. Her scent is more intoxicating than I ever imagined it could be. It is her own private scent, and it belongs to me now. And I find that even though I’ve already allowed myself to come once, I may well struggle to slow myself with her. My excitement is already building again. As I look up, I see that she is trembling with anxiety, and I immediately feel guilty for having gotten so lost in her already.

I stand to face her and gently touch her mouth. Her lip is still swollen, and the cut is quite evident. And as my lips meet hers for the first time, I gently use my thumb to pull her lower lip down before moving in again and claiming her lips. Soon the delicious smacking sound of our lips softly tasting and taking over each other’s mouths is the only sound in the room. But after I’ve had her lips for many long moments, I press my tongue into her open mouth, careful not to be too rough. This is the first taste of her mouth I’ve gotten, and it is so incredibly sweet. She moves her tongue against mine as she leans her body into me. I feel her tight nipples brushing against my bare chest, and my erection is growing with every second. Soon, it is high between us, and her hands have found their way back down to my cock. I allow myself but a few wonderful moments of her touch before stopping her.

I grab the towel and place it folded on the side of the bathtub, providing her a soft seat for her sore bottom. I then instruct her to sit down. She does so willingly. I again kneel in my spot on the bathroom rug and place my hands on her knees, slowly pulling them apart. She tenses and locks her knees into place.

“Don’t be afraid. I want you to let me taste your pussy.”

Her eyes are huge, her mouth frozen in a startled “O”. But she manages to find her voice. “I can’t. I’m too nervous.”

“I know you are, but you don’t have to be scared with me. I won’t hurt you, you know that. But I want you to give me what I want. And I want this.”

She bites her lower lip, hesitantly gives in, and relaxes her legs. As I part her legs slowly, I can see how wet she is. She tries to resist me when I part her legs further than she’s prepared, and I press her knees firmly apart with a soft but insistent hand as she adjusts to being this open to me. I can now see her every inch, and she is soaking wet and swelling with desire. I place my hand on her abdomen and run it down her stomach to the most intimate spot on her body. There, I spread her lips open with my fingers and study her. She is beautiful—her slick pink skin trembling at my intrusion. She is uneasy, but overcome by her desire. She watches me intensely as her body continues to tremble. I touch her swollen clit, and she immediately jerks and cries out in response. She watches as I lick my middle finger and then run the finger from her clit down to her opening before pressing into her. She moans softly and lets her head fall back. I gently move my finger in and out of her wet, slick opening. She is tight, and the pressure is pushing her. She starts to pant and watch my hand. Just as in my fantasy, she is turned on by watching me fuck her with my finger, and her body starts to move and push toward me.

I lower my head to taste her, and her bottom comes off the towel completely at the first touch of my tongue. She is in ecstasy and so am I. She tastes incredible, so very Rowan, and I will never forget her taste. I stop fingering her and focus on her clit. I suck and gently pull with my mouth, stopping occasionally to fuck her with my tongue. Then I lick her from hole to clit. She is watching, just as I wanted her to, and I don’t take my eyes off her. My cock is hard, and I can’t help but stroke myself. I stop eating her and go back to fingering her. I slide two long fingers inside her, and the invasion is almost too much for her. But she is wet, and she keeps pushing herself forward to me. She is intently alternating her view from my fingers thrusting inside her to my hand stroking my cock, mesmerized by the view of both. She is breathing quickly and can’t take her eyes from me.

She's breathless when she whispers, “Make yourself come. Please, I want to watch you come.” That will definitely not be a problem.

I start eating her pussy again with my fingers still plunging in and out. She is starting to lose it, and I have a hard time keeping her bottom on the side of the bathtub as she is pushing herself forward. Within moments, she is coming hard. She isn’t loud but cries out in her release. And as she reaches and passes over her climax, my mouth leaves her hot wet center as she slides off the side of the tub in front of me nearly collapsing. I have to change my angle but keep thrusting my fingers into her, and then slowing my strokes, as she kneels, knees and legs spread wide for me. I’m still stroking my cock with my other hand, and she watches as I come, releasing myself all over her stomach. She lowers her bottom to the ground as I slow my fingers inside her and slow the strokes of my cock. I finally slide my slick wet fingers from her body, and we stay there spent. She reaches out and gently rubs my subsiding cock as I exhale deeply.