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Slumped against the bench back with her eyes closed, Kira couldn't even summon the strength to wipe her face off, although she inadvertently swallowed some when she gasped as he picked her up. Cradled in his arms, she waited anxiously for him to speak and then wasn't sure what his silence meant, ducking her head as shame filled her over her most recent behavior. What the hell is wrong with me?!?

Despite his continued silence, there was something about the way his hands moved across her skin that soothed her troubled emotions, until she was simply content to rest in his arms until he stopped and put her down. Swiping at the mess on her face, she opened her eyes in time to see him lean into the shower stall and turn on the water before turning back to her as she swayed slightly on unsteady legs.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

'Sharing what,' she thought, 'Her body? The experience?' The softness in his voice and tenderness in his kiss both calmed and confused her. She placed a hesitant hand on his upper arm, where it rested, neither gripping nor pushing away.

He stood a moment with her reveling in the peace that seemed to have settled between them. He hoped it would lasr. If not, then he would deal with it then.

He wrapped his arms around Kira and pulled her close, before lifting her off her feet and carrying her into the almost too hot shower.

He stepped in with her and picked up a wash can soap. Slowly, gently he began to clean her, whistling a low tune as he worked on her.

Her thoughts swirled inside her head, crashing into one another, creating a jumbled mess until Kira gave up trying to actually make sense of things. 'Later,' she told herself, 'I'll deal with this later" although she wasn't sure what this actually was.

Just because she had only recently lost her virginity, she wasn't necessarily a complete novice when it came to pleasure. She had teased boyfriends for years with heavy petting sessions where they'd rub against each other to the point one or both would cum.

She had never gotten off or seen someone orgasm without being touched somewhere, and was flabbergasted as to how or why she had done so.

Her troubled musings were cut off when he pulled her into his chest and gave her a firm but gentle squeeze, and she relaxed a moment. Even when he suddenly picked her up and carried her bodily into the shower, the chaos and confusion stayed in the far background of her mind.

She was surprised when he stepped into that stall with her, and she made a move to give him more room but he stilled the movement with a simple hand on her elbow. Her eyes widened when he began to carefully wash her, but after awhile the almost solicitous movement began to relax her until she stood quietly before him. Head bowed, she lost herself in the drumming of water along her skin and the gentle rasp of the washcloth as he moved it here and there.

Gently washed her front, caressing her as he cleaned her. His breath flowed in a steady Eady rhythm across her skin as he washed her. He spoke as little as possible, giving little instructions like turn, lift, and so on.

When he finished he stood up right and collected her into his arms. His mouth sought hers out and he kissed her passionately but almost gently.

He turned off the water and handed her a towel, "First dry me, then you," he said gently.

It was nice, not having to think, although it became increasingly hard not to sway on unsteady feet, and she was grateful for the steadying hand he kept on her hip. She was painfully aware how her nipples hardened beneath his touch as he cleaned her, and was surprised when he made no comment on their condition mor her obviously agitated breathing, but instead kept washing her, speaking only when he needed to tell her how to move.

By the end of the shower, there was no part of her that hadn't been gently scrubbed, and her knees started to buckle just as he pulled her into his arms. His lips coaxed hers open for a moment before he broke the kiss to turn off the water, passing her a thick towel.

First dry me, then you.

She didn't question the direction. It made sense in an strange way. He had cleaned. She should dry.

Taking the towel in both hands, she raised it to his shoulders, smoothing it out to blot water first there, before lifting a corner and doing the same with his face. Working silently, she carefully dried his arms and legs, pausing a moment at his pelvic area before gently patting that as well.

Avoiding his eyes, she started to reach around him to dry his back and realized it would only cause her breasts to rub against him. Stepping back, she nudged his shoulder, silently asking him to turn and was grateful when he complied without comment.

The show she put on while drying herself was only surpassed by the soft touch of her hands as she dried him. His cock slowly filled with blood as he watched and felt her dry him. He turned when she nudged his shoulder and felt her working down his back.

As she reached his ass, drying one cheek then the other his cock stiffened completely and waited as she finished his legs.

Before she could stand he turned and said, "Stay like that."

He looked down at her. Her face was cleanly split in two by his stiff rod sticking straight out.

"I want you to suck my cock," he said, his voice boiling in desire.

Kira tried not to drag out her task too much, but she wasn't ready to face what had happened out on the lake either so her movements were slow as she methodically wiped him dry. The only time she might have hurried a bit was when she reached his backside, and then it was a quick pat here, a little rub there before she turned her attention to running the towel along his legs.

Finishing off his second leg, she was getting ready to push up to her feet when he surprised her by standing and telling her to stay as she was. Looking up, it was hard to miss his excited state, and she could see the heat in his gaze before she heard his next words.

I want you to suck my cock.

Shooting him a look that clearly asked if he was nuts, Kira looked back at his erection, and wondered how he was able to keep going like he was. She had to be half his age, and she wanted to curl up and take a nap. But she didn't want to anger him, and she definitely didn't want to go back into the kennel.

Reaching out to place one hand lightly on a muscular thigh for stabilization, she raised the other to curl around the shaft, holding it in place as she brought her lips to the tip. Refusing to acknowledge the little tremors that were going through her over the intimate act, she opened her mouth and slowly lavished her tongue around the tip and along the underside before starting to slowly draw it into her mouth.

The feel was incredible as Kira almost diffidently lapped at his cock. When the head passed her lips and her tongue swirled around the bulbous head he felt a little weak in the knees and if she had sucked at him like a milkshake he may well have passed out from joy.

The feel of her tongue under his length as she drew it back to her mouth was incredible and he wanted to feel it over and over. So much so that he spent half a second wondering if he could retire already and spend his days and nights giving and receiving pleasure from her.

It was a fleeting thought as his hands clasped her head, red hair flowing over the back of his hands. He resisted the urge to fuck her throat knowing that would probably freak the poor thing out even more than the situation already had.

As it was he moaned a low throaty, "Yesss," as his hips jeered forward a little. "More," he urged. "Take more of me."

Visions of the video he had made her watch the day before filled her mind, causing her to subconsciously, if clumsily repeat the same motions. Her fingers tightened minutely around his shaft before loosening in order to slide down his hot skin, brushing against her lips before gliding away.

She pulled away a little, her tongue darting this way and that, the fingertips of her other hand pressing into his thigh ever so slightly. Around and around she traced the edges of his tip, before using the flat of her tongue again on the underside.

Lost in the images in her head and the feel of him in her mouth, she made a muffled noise of surprise when his hands grabbed her by the head. Instantly the yummy images fled, leaving her red faced over how easily she had gotten caught up in them.

Yesss. More. Take more of me.

Kira froze at the husky entreaty, the tip of his cock just barely inside her mouth as she looked up at him with a hint of panic in her eyes, recalling what had happened the day before. His hips pressed forward, nudging her lips wider and inching more of him into her mouth.

Unlike the day before, when he had been so very angry with her, he seemed to be more patient with her as he stopped his movements and waited for her to react. There was a heartbeat or two before her tongue began its light, teasing exploration again.

His constant murmur of encouragement and subtle, but insistent pressure on the back of her head caused Kira to cautiously bob forward and back, decreasing the distance between them in small increments.

He moaned seemingly from his feet and out his mouth as his hands applied pressure onto the back of her neck. Her lips were soft, almost too soft as her head bobbed up and down a fraction of his length.

He continued encouraging her whispering yes frequently. He was in no danger of cumming any time soon so he relaxed against the counter allowing her to work him steadily.

At the first sign of his balls reacting he gently pulled her off and whisperd, "My turn to taste."

He stood her up and clasping her hand he led her back to the bed.

With his moans filling her ears, Kira figured she was doing something right and found herself gripping his length harder as she lavished it with long, wet licks. His hands pulled her head towards his groin as she tried to push more and more of his cock in her mouth.

God there was something hot about the way his fingers wouldn't allow her to pull away, and she moaned softly as he slid further into her mouth. His whispered encouragements only seemed to increase her excitement level and she found herself almost pulling his cock into her mouth as she continued to bob up and down.

She was really starting to get into it when he surprised her by gently pushing her away. She looked up him confused as embarrassment over her behavior started to fill her.

My turn to taste.

Disliking the shiver of excitement that went through her at his words, of the anticipation gripping her, she slowly rose to her feet, needing a moment to steady herself. She didn't say anything as he clasped her hand in his and led her towards the bedroom.

She didn't want this. She did. Shit, what was wrong with her?!

He laid Kira on the bed and crawled in behind her. He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs open. Lifting her leg he nibbled on her Achilles tendon, and began licking and kissing his way up her leg.

When he arrived at her knee he sucked, nipped, and licked it before moving further up toward her pussy. Arriving at her groin, he could feel her heat emanating from her core and he rubbed his cheek against it.

He licked at her labia opening her fully to his attention.

Slowly he began licking at her until he got to her clit. He took it between his teeth and licked it heavily up and down, over and over. The forefinger of his right hand slid into her pussy and he quickly added a second finger. Turning his palm up he hooked his fingers as he pushed and pulled them across her most sensitive spot.

As her body began to squirm in reaction to his hand and mouth he smiled into her. He looked up at her, past her flat stomach and beautiful tits. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a wide O as her hips bucked up against his face.

Her mouth was dry with anticipation as she laid down on the bed with him climbing in quickly behind her. She was a little concerned with how easily she was following whatever he directed, but there was no denying that he was able to get her to respond unlike she has ever experienced with Tommy. And it was almost addicting...

Her head had barely hit the pillow before he had taken her ankles in his hands and pushed them wide, nestling between them. It wasn't a gentle nudge, but rather a forceful yank that caused her stomach to clench in excitement. Clearly losing my mind...

She squeaked once when he lifted her right leg in the air and she almost kicked him in the face when he began nibbling on her foot. Thankfully he didn't linger in the ticklish location for longer before slowly working his way up her leg.

Kira had never considered knees to be anything but functional, helping her move and sit. Maybe something to flash under the short skirts she had favored in high school, but definitely not as anything erotic. Yet there was no mistaking the fluttery feeling between her thighs each time he sucked, nipped, and licked it before continuing his ascent up her leg.

She giggled softly when he pressed his cheek against the apex of her thighs, although they ended in a startled gasp when he began rubbing against it like a cat rubbing against someone's legs. Her breath caught when his tongue snaked forward and pressed between her lips. Oh yes...

There was something to be said about older men. There was no hesitation, no timid probing... It was pure liquid heat from the very beginning and her chest was rising and galling rapidly before he even got to her clit.

Tiny spasms shook her frame when he took hold of her clit between his teeth and started repeatedly laving it with his tongue. The addition of his fingers stroking in and out of her merely added to the spasms, and her eyes fluttered closed in reaction.

She wasn't sure exactly what he was doing, but it felt incredible and she couldn't seem to stop undulating under his manipulations. 'Fuck, that feels good,' she thought as her hips started rocking.

He lapped at Kira's pussy, his tongue working her clit over as his fingers slid back and forth with in her. Every time he felt her body begin to tense up, he changed the pace or pressure he was applying and kept her from tumbling over the edge of an orgasmic bliss.

Her scent filled is nostrils as her liquid filled his mouth and he moaned into her pussy sending vibrations up her core. He was in no hurry, he wanted her to experience every ounce of need and desire he could coax from her body, which always seemed willing to receive his attentions, even if she acted otherwise most of the time.

Kira's hips fired up and down, trying to force him into allowing her to cum, and he wrapped his free arm across her waist and pinned her to the bed. He felt as much as heard a long needy moan and he smiled into her sopping wet cunt.

"You know what you need to do to cum," he said. "Ask, no beg me, for relief."

Kira's head tossed from side to side, as she got closer and closer to orgasming only to see it slip away. She couldn't understand what was happening. She was so close. So very close. And then it would stop. Why did it keep stopping?! Dammit - why wouldn't it just happen already?!

Her hips rocked faster and faster, thinking that might help push her over the edge, and when he suddenly pinned her lower half to the bed with an arm over her waist, she moaned in frustration. Nono, must move...

You know what you need to do to cum. Ask, no beg me, for relief.

Kira couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was he serious? Why the hell would she do that? She should be able to cum whenever she wanted. Had been doing it on her own for years. So why isn't it working now?!?

He smiled amused by her reticence in asking him to let her cum. He continued varying his tempo and pressure, keeping her as close to the edge of an orgasm as he could.

"Ask me to let you cum, and you. Harder than you could believe," he said. His lips and teeth scraping across her clit as he said it.

His fingers continued their assault on her sex. He fluids seeped out and coated his hand and her ass. He knew the bed would be soaking wet when she came, and thought it a worthwhile exercise.

Ask me to let you cum, and you will. Harder than you could believe.

Hearing the amusement in his voice, Kira gritted her teeth determined not to give him the satisfaction. There was no way her body would let her down... Not as close as she kept getting.

She squirmed under his arm, trying to lift her hips up, to drive his fingers deeper, to bump them harder against her clit. Anything that might push her over the edge. Despite her best efforts, however, she wasn't able to do so.

Every time she thought she was actually going to actually cum, he switched things up on her until she was writhing almost mindlessly under his touch.

"Dammit - this isn't fa-ir!" she cried petulantly, her voice cracking on the last syllable.

The smile only broadened as Kira complained how he was treating her unfairly. His hands continued their assault on her body, flitting here and there keeping her at a heightened state of arousal but just short of letting her cum.

His cock was achingly hard in its ravenous need to bury itself into her tight pussy. He needed her to beg for relief nearly as much as she needed the relief itself.

Leaning forward, his head hovering just above her perfect tit, he heatedly whispered, "Ask and ye shall receive, " and lowered his head to take her areola into his mouth and began chewing on it.

Feeling like one giant pulsating nerve ending, Kira continued to undulate uselessly under him, her moans growing louder in its frustration. Dammit, it shouldn't take this long! His hands played across her body, bringing it to a fevered pitch again and again and then just at the cusp of that wonderful free floating feeling, he'd snatch it away. So unfair!!

She saw him rise up above her chest, his lips so close to her nipple that she could feel his warm breath on it. Even something as simple as that little puff of air sent shivers down her spine, radiating out to her extremities.

Ask and ye shall receive.

Her lips compressed but whether it was to demand that he stop saying that or to simply give in and utter them herself, she wasn't totally sure. Either way, it was the only reason her moan was muffled when he began nibbling on her breast, causing her fingers and toes to tighten.

And that's when she realized she didn't need to ask for anything. 'Hands,' she thought excitedly, 'my hands are free!' Without a second thought, she reached her right hand down, intending to play with her poor aching clit long enough to send her flying. However, she brushed his hand as it delved deeply into her sopping wetness, and felt his teeth clamp down painfully on her nipple, causing her to stop before reaching her goal.

He wasn't really paying attention to her hands as he was playing her body like a musical instrument. When her hand brushed against his, he did the first thing that came to mind, and bit her nipple.

Grabbing her hands he thrust them up above her head, and growled, "Don't cheat. You will cum when you ask for it. Until that point in time, I will prevent you from doing so."

He leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the first thing he put his hand around and pulled it up. A sock. He tied her wrists together with the sock, and ordered, "Leave them there. Understand?"

Kira didn't so much as peep when he grabbed her hands and held them high above her head, growling a warning about cheating. The expression on her face was mutinous, however, when he continued to insist that she ask for permission to cum and even admitted that he was doing something to prevent it until she did so.

She tried to take advantage of his preoccupation with leaning over the side of the bed to try to rub against his thigh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing those damn words. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection and knew that she wasn't the only one being affected by his teasing. Maybe she just needed to wait him out. Eventually he was going to fuck her... He had already proven that on more than one occasion.

Biting back a moan when he shifted back more firmly against her as he wrapped something around her wrists. Craning her neck, she watched him tie what looked to be a sock and almost laughed, although the incredulous smile that had been forming was wiped away by the bite in his next command.

Leave them there. Understand?

Not knowing if she had pushed things too far again, Kira cautiously nodded her head and waited anxiously to see what would happen next. Her body was screaming for release, but she was determined to win this war of wills seeing that control over her own body was the last thing she could control here.

He looked at Kira and saw the determination in her eyes. He didn't know exactly what she was setting her mind against but her had a decent guess.

He placed his palm against her sopping sex and coated his palm. He brought his hand up to his gigantic cock and began stroking it in slow languid movements. He used the thumb of his other hand to gently tease her clit and cunt, keeping her juices flowing steadily.

"No worries, " he said with a smile, "I can get mine just like this."

No worries, I can get mine just like this.

She looked at him in disbelief. There was no fucking way he'd rub one out, was there? Her eyes dropped to his waist where his hand was slowly moving up and down his length, the skin glistening thanks to the handful of juices he had swiped from her wetness.

Her eyes glazed over a bit as he continued to tease her sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow, languorous circles almost in time with his other hand, and then occasionally, oh so occasionally, sliding in to her core before sliding back out.

Her breathing became more and more erratic, as her hips rocked back and forward and up and down. Anything and everything that might help her cum. Damn, she wanted to cum. Needed to so badly.... surely it wouldn't hurt to do what he said just this once...

He rotated his left hand, getting it wet with her juices, and immediately switched. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the change of pressure sent a shiver up his cock and spine to his head.

His right hand swiped across her sex gently and he trailed his fingers across her flat stomach up towards her breasts. Once there he hefted her right tit and squeezed it firmly. As his hand continued it's journey, he grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed. Not a pinch, but not a grope.

"Keep it up Kira, it won't take much longer for me to finish," he smirked.

A soft moan of protest spilled from her partially open lips when Kira felt his hand abandon her needy core and begin to glide up her body. Nonono, he was going in the wrong direction. He needed to stuff a finger, two fingers.... Heck, she ride his entire hand if he'd only give her some relief.

The moan became louder when he squeezed her breast and more pronounced when he manhandled her nipple. Holy cow... If he'd do that a few more times while she squeezed her thighs together, she was convinced she'd eventually cum.

Keep it up Kira, it won't take much longer for me to finish.

Even with her eyes closed, she could hear the damn smirk in his voice and knew he'd do it. He'd stroke himself off rather than plunge that monstrous cock inside her just to deny her the orgasm that was so damn close, but still out of reach.

Just the thought was almost enough to send her poor fever pitched body over the edge, but his fingers pumped again on her nipple derailing her near spasms. Whimpering with need, her hips swiveling so quickly you'd think she had a hula hoop, Kira reached the end of her rope and capitulated, "Ppppppppllllllllease.... please let me cum.... please?!"