"Are you all right?" he whispered, cupping her cheek. At her nod, he leisurely trailed his fingers over her collar bone and downward, skimming her breast, tracing her nipple before moving to her belly. He hid his smile when her legs came together with a snap and insisted gently that she separate them. She complied.
Returning to her breasts, he lowered his head, drawing her small nipple into his mouth.
"Why?" she gasped, letting go of the bed and taking his head in her hands.
"Because I can, and because you'll like it," he assured her, as the tender morsel popped out of his mouth.
"Are you sure?" she asked suspiciously.
"Positive, now get your hands back in position before you earn another spanking," he warned. His eyes met hers and he figured she knew he meant business as she immediately took hold of the bed.
"Good girl," he purred against her skin. This time when he suckled, she arched into him, her head tilting back as he cupped her breast and lifted it to him. She was sweet, and it surprised him. He wondered if that was the natural flavor of her skin, or from the rouge someone had dabbed on her nipples. Either way, it was delightful. He fully intended to nurse to his heart's content. Moving from one breast to the other, he savored not only her tender nubs but the tremors that seemed to take over her body.
She was remarkably responsive for an untried virgin, and he pushed away the thought of other men touching her like this in favor of enjoying the moment. He'd deal with the rest later. Right now it was all he could do not to grind against her hip.
As he suckled, his hand traced intricate patterns on her tummy before slipping lower and gently cupping her mons.
"Who shaved you?" he whispered against one hard little peak.
"Huh?"
"Who shaved your hair," he repeated, patting her bare pussy.
"Opal; she said men like that and I might have a better time of it if there was more contact… friction, or something like that," she replied breathlessly as she tried to get him to resume sucking.
"Don't do it again. At least not until I see you in all your glory. I have a feeling that hair is as soft as the hair on your head," he ordered.
"Um… all right… sure," she gasped out as his tongue flicked her nipple mercilessly.
"I'm going to touch you here now," he informed her, sliding his hand between her legs and nudging them open another couple of inches. "I'll be careful, but I want you to hold still."
Clem nodded, her eyes wide.
"May I bring my arms down now?" she asked hopefully. "They are beginning to ache."
"Yes, but don't interfere. I'd hate to have to spank this pretty pussy." He actually heard her gulp and smiled into her warm, fragrant skin. Cupping her, he groaned in relief when he felt how damp and slippery she was.
"Did you just groan?" she asked, popping her head up.
"Yes, I did," he admitted.
"Why, have I hurt you?" she asked, confused.
"Not at all. There's a certain part of my anatomy that's longing to be inside you," he whispered into her ear, nipping the lobe. "After a while it can become quite… uncomfortable for me."
"Do you want to hurry up? Will that help?"
"Not even something to consider," he growled out, wondering if she were anticipating the next man, and the next. "I plan to take my time with you, little one."
"Suit yourself," she replied sinking back onto the bed. "Just remember, time is money."
"Why you aggravating little brat," he nearly shouted. "You have no idea how badly I'd like to roll you over and spank that sassy bottom."
"Why, I'm just trying to be helpful," she answered, surprised at his anger.
"Try being a little less helpful and a lot more silent," he advised glaring at her. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes, open those legs and be still before I decide to give you that 'poke' you're so looking forward to."
"I'm not exactly looking forward to it," she clarified. "I'd just like to get it over with so I'm not in the dark about this any longer."
"Ever hear the expression, 'be careful what you wish for'?" he asked, wondering if he was fighting a losing battle with this opinionated young woman.
"Yes, of course, but…"
"Enough," he roared. "You want hard and fast, you've got it. Spread those legs and plant your heels on the bed," he ordered. "Fight me and I'll take you from behind. Then you'll really know what it's all about," he informed her as he stood and stripped off his clothes.
Back on the bed, he settled between her legs, gave her a rather sad look, and pushed her knees farther down until she arched her back. Slipping both hands under her bottom, he lined up his frightfully engorged member with her tiny opening and yanked her to him, impaling her to the hilt.
"There, is that what you wanted?" he demanded, fighting against the incredible pleasure of being surrounded by her fist-like sheath as his heart berated him for not having the patience to put up with her nonsense.
"No, no," she cried, tears streaking into her hair as she struggled uselessly to pull away.