She way lying on the bed, slightly trembling, wearing nothing underneath the light blanket. I could feel her excitement, along with her fear, surging through her petit ginger silhouette. I sat by the bed, watching her, as her eyes wandered the room and eventually locked onto mine.
"I'm scared, a bit" she mumbled.
"I won't hurt you, I promise." I reassured her, not daring to move an inch. She nodded her head slowly, then withdrew her blanket. Though she was small in size, she had a little heavy build, mainly due to her large bust -- her pink, round nipples stood erect from the surface of the areola, being somewhat orange on the backdrop of her ample white breasts. The many sunspots that sparkled her skin moved with every deep heave of breath, some turning into a tremor. She held the rim of the blanket steadfast by her bikini line, fighting her nervousness, shaking from the effort.
I smiled. I could see her struggle, between fear and desire, being that we were alone in the room and after a long day of cuddling, teasing and kissing. I knew that she wanted something more, but was afraid of what was coming, of the unknown.
I began stroking her leg, the on exposed closest to me -- and could see the tingling sensation shooting through her body, causing more shakes. My smile deepened.
"We don't have to if you don't want to" I tried to sooth her down. She bit her lip, looked up at the ceiling, then back at me. "No, I want to"
And with that, she released her grip on the blanket, allowing it to roll down and uncover her womanhood: she hasn't trimmed, and was all natural fiery-red, even down there. I kept stroking her leg, now moving a bit higher with every stroke. Her shakes intensified.
We locked eyes. "Would you like me to stop?" I asked.
"No..." she muttered, barely audible.
I reached over and started caressing her belly, and at the same time began kissing her ankle and thigh. I don't think that was what she had expected, for she yelped and jumped as my lips touched her skin, knocking me over with her knee. I fell to the floor, grunting.
"Oh, no! Oh, I'm so sorry!" she jumped to her feet, naked, then leaned down towards me. "Are you alright?"
I reached up and grabbed her hand, and pulled her to me. She lost her balance, slipped and crashed on me from yay height. Luckily, she had those massive tits that cushioned the fall. I began kissing her when she began laughing, and we began a little laughing-wrestle, until she came to a rest on my chest, heaving from laughter and lack of breath.
"Better?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded, breathless, and I could feel her relaxing against me, then something else, more cat like.
I looked down on her (she was perched at me chest) as she looked up at me, and we began kissing again, no joking this time. I tasted her lips, jaw, earlobe, skull base, neck -- and then those awesome breasts. Apparently, she was very sensitive, and began giggling again when my tongue brushed her nipple. This turned me on: can I get her more excited than gigglish? I kept licking and munching, making my way from one tit to the other, then back again. Her hands ran through my hair as mine explored her shoulders, back -- and ass. What a surprise it was to squeeze her round lush bottom and hear a long hiss of pleasure(?!) I guess she was sensitive in more than one place, and I love me a good piece of ass.
I kept on messaging her ass, while sucking and licking her nipples -- all the while feeling her heartbeat racing, her breaths become shallower and faster, as she learned about the pleasures of the body. I decided to indulge her, and began to travel with my mouth south -- kissing and licking, nibbling and biting (just a bit) under her boobs, the ribs, down her abdomen to her bellybutton, which made her squirm with delight.
"How...how do you do... THAT?" she whimpered, "your tongue is everywhere!"
I smiled. "happy to be of service." Then I turned a bit more serious. "Do you trust me?"
She bit her lips, then nodded decidedly. I smiled again and then helped her back to the bed, legs over at the floor and me seated at her pelvis level. I lowered my head back to her bellybutton, now bright pink and pulsating. I licked it a little more, then turned my attention to the wild bush I was aiming to conquer. Using my hands, I parted the cover of her pleasure mound, to find the dome of happiness staring at me, all puffy and vibrating and shiny. If by now I was semi-aroused, this had made me full on rock hard. I wanted to give her a ride she'll never forget.
She just began to mutter something as a drew in her scent, puckered out my tongue -- and took the first lick. She jolted. I recanted, and she jumped again. Then I buried my face in her pussy, and began deep licking and sucking her clitoris.
