Goddess of the Moon - Sex Stories

Goddess of the Moon

... you further. This is your first time after all and you're doing such a good job, I don't want to choke you or make it unpleasant in any way. I wouldn't want to put you off. It’s a rare thing to find a girl so enthusiastic and desirous to please. A beautiful thing. So beautiful in fact, I can already feel my orgasm building and I’m getting closer with every motion of your head. No, no, no, this won't do. I’m not ready so I stop you. At first you seem distressed, thinking maybe you did something wrong, that I wasn't enjoying it. Again my expression reassures you this is not the case, nothing could be further from the truth. I lean in again and kiss you once more. Our lips lock together and I lift you up. Instinctively, you wrap your arms and legs around me. I support your weight with my hands on your firm, round arse cheeks. Each one fits perfectly in my palms. I squeeze hard, making you squeal and giggle. I hold you in a tight embrace as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. I lay you down on the bed with your head on a pillow and position myself half next to you, half on top of you. We kiss. We fumble. We pull. We tug. We search. We grope. We fondle. We caress. Somehow we manage to end up completely naked. Our clothes scattered across the bed and on the floor. My lips work their way down your body, starting with your neck. I even sink my teeth in a little and you gasp, shocked. I don't bite hard, just enough for you to feel it. Just so you know I could be vicious if I ...

... wanted to. I could do anything to you right now and you'd be powerless to stop me. I choose to be tender and you are grateful for it. You know I'm holding back for your sake. You breathe slowly and deeply as I gradually kiss lower. Across your shoulders and collarbones, down your chest to your breasts. The breasts you have been so careful to disguise ever since they began to grow. Breasts you were confident no man, save for your espoused, would ever see. Never did you dream of allowing another man so much as a glimpse of your cleavage, let alone to touch them, put his lips upon them and take your nipples into his mouth. The merest suggestion of such a thing would have horrified you, shocked you to your core, frightened you even, but not now. You lie there, not moving, not flinching, hardly making a sound, apart from your breath. Your breasts are not large, but they are ample. Full and ripe, like apples ready to be plucked. I suckle aggressively on your dark areolae before moving down to your tummy. I don't leave your tits unattended though. I cup them and squeeze, playfully pinching and twisting your hard nipples as my head and lips get closer to your navel. Your skin has a very fine, ever so slight, dark peach fuzz growing in a ‘V’ shape from your bust, all the way down your belly. I pass over your belly button and can't resist poking my tongue in, twirling it, giving you a clue as to what’s coming soon. It tickles, making you laugh. I venture on ever lower to your mons veneris. ...