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“You’re such a pretty little thing,”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied.

“Come here.”

She stepped to me quickly, her head held high, eyes bright and willing. I placed my hand on her cheek, stroking her chin softly with my thumb. “What should I do with you today?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

She pressed her face into my hand and closed her eyes, “Hmm, what ever you want, Sir.”

“Mhm, good girl,” I murmured. I let my fingers trail down her cheek and over her jaw. I slid a finger beneath the collar around her neck, brushing her skin lightly. “How are you feeling about our arrangement?” I asked.

“I am very happy with it, Sir.”

“And you would tell me if there was a problem …” I prompted.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. How are you feeling this morning? Are you sore?”

A wicked little smile crossed her lips as she looked me in the eye, “Yes Sir, wonderfully so.”

I smiled wide, “Good.” Slowly I ran my hand down her body, down her shoulder, her chest, her side, and around the small of her back. I pulled her body into me and placed my other hand on her hip. I let my hand graze up and down her thigh, over and under her ass – at all times moving, at all times firm but gentle. “Last night was about me,” I said softly, “And you were incredible. I want to make today about you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me last night.”

She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself tighter against me. “Mmm,” she murmured. “Thank you, Sir.”

I pressed my face against hers, letting my lips brush against her ear. My hands wandered over her body, caressing, feeling, exploring. I was careful to be extra gentle in the places I knew I’d marked the night before, and I paid careful attention to her reactions, spending more time on the areas of her body she seemed to enjoy the most.

“Such a sexy little thing, ” I whispered. “I enjoy your body so much.”

Slowly, I slid my hand over her stomach, down to the waist of her pants. I unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper, pushing the pieces apart. I slid my hand down her body, over her panties and between her legs. My touch was so light, I could barely feel the fabric brush against my finger tips.

“I’m going to take my time with you today. We’ve got all day to enjoy each other.” I said.

Her lips were parted, eyes closed. I could feel her breath against my cheek – slow, heavy breaths, earnest, and willing, and relishing in my touch. I slid my hand down into her panties, felt her smooth skin, felt the warmth of her excitement. I let my fingers slide down on either side of her pussy, still slow, still gentle.

“I love the feel of your body,” I said as I slid my hand over her pussy, cupping her, feeling her, holding her. I moved my head slightly, letting my cheek brush against hers, nuzzling the crook of her jaw with my lips, as I slid a finger between her pussy lips. “I love the way your body responds to me. I love to feel how wet you get. You are so god dammed sexy. You are desire, lust, and pleasure incarnate.”

She pressed herself harder into my hand, moving her hips, bearing herself down onto me. I slid a finger inside her, enjoying her velvety softness. I pressed the palm of my hand against her – very aware of how she enjoyed the pressure. Slowly, I massaged her body, gently massaging her inside and out.

She was pressing herself firmly into my hand, wanting more. Needing more. I pulled my finger from inside her and slid it up over her clit. I ran slow circles over her clit with the first knuckle of my finger and gently massaged her entire pussy.

“More …” she gasped, breathless.

This time I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them up slightly as I again pressed the palm of my hand against her. I knew the way she liked it, and I loved the way she responded. “You feel so damn good,” I whispered. “I could spend all day touching you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her chest against me. She started moving her hips, gyrating, griding herself into my hand. She was moving fast and faster, and I precisely matched her rhythm. It wasn’t hard, or super fast, but it was intense with exaggerated movements. Her knees started to buckle and she pulled harder on my neck, trying to hold herself up.

“Please,” she gasped.

I pulled tight with my arm around her waist, pulling her hip against me, taking her weight from her legs. “Let go,” I whispered. “I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall. Just let go.”

With a cry she clamped herself around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. She bucked her hips and ground herself into my hand. Her body shook, her teeth clamped down on my shoulder as she moaned into my skin. I held her onto her tight, letting her body move as she needed but supporting her, not letting her fall.

As her body began to relax I slowly turned us around and gently laid her down on the couch. She curled up into a relaxed, happy little ball and rested her head on the back cushion. I sat down on the couch beside her and wiped the hair from her face. I couldn’t help but smile watching her sit there with her eyes closed, a contented little smile on her face.

I cupped her face in my hand, brushing her lip with my thumb. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I said. “And we have the rest of the day ahead of us. What would you like to do next?”

Her eyes remained closed, but a devilish smile crossed her lips. She said, “I want to do it again.”

NSFW: yes

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