Dancing With The Moon

Chapter 3

Bade slid his hands down her body while carefully keeping his mouth on her neck. He gently pushed her thighs apart slidslid his fingers along the insides of her thighs. He let the tips of his fingers graze her most sensitive spot and she jerked a bit in pleasure, both mentally and physically. He smiled against her neck. \'Wait, beautiful girl, just wait. There’s more where that came from.\'
He parted her flesh with his fingers and slowly flicked his middle fingertip upwards on the soft mound. He felt her breathing quicken and hurried his stroking to match. Bade’s fingers became slick from her arousal and he tenderly attempted to slip one finger de hde her. She gasped at the light invasion and he stopped, sending calming words to her from his mind. Ilona relaxed and he slipped his finger the rest of the way in and began a lazy in-and-out motion. Her breath caught in her throat and she squirmed against his hand. Bade pulled his finger out of her and chuckled against her throat at her moan of protest.
\'You’ll like this better love…be patient\'
\'Bade…what are you going to do?\'
\'You’ll see.\'
He removed his mouth from her neck and she wanted to sob from thss oss of it. Bade kissed her cheek, her mouth, down her neck to her chest. He raised his head to look at her breasts.
“Oh, you are so beautiful” he murmured to her.
“Breasts aren’t beautiful,” Ilona snorted, bringing her hands up to cover herself, “they’re necessary by nature. Besides, mine are too big anyways.”
Bade met her eyes with an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? Too big? Ilona they’re perfect, what’s tatteatter with you?” He placed his hand on one of her breasts, pressing inward to feel her heartbeat. “Too big indeed. You are beautiful and so are your breasts and that’s enough.”
His mouth descended to her nipple and he sheathed it in his warm lips, swirling his tongue around the hard peak. She moaned deep in her throat and arched her back. His mouth traveled to her other breast and he began the light assault again, until she was panting and arching her hips into his chest.
He raised his gaze to meet hers and grinned, one eyebrow arched. “Oh is that what you want, love? Well, then, far be it from me to deny one such as beautiful as yourself.” He began kissing down her stomach; little feathery kisses that she wasn’t sure were real.
He reached the inside of her thigh and she bolted upright on a cry.
“Bade!”
He kissed further up her thigh.
“Bade?”
His lips trailed along the spot where her thigh met her body.
“Seriously, what are you doing? Bade…Bade, stop that…you cant possibly want to-” She cut off as his mouth reached the spot between her thighs.
His mouth. It was on a place she didn’t really pay much attention to, except for hygiene purposes only and here was a man that she didn’t know with his mouth on her. Ilona fell back in shocked pleasure as his tongue swirled and dipped eagerly into the inner folds of her sex, his tongue searching for the most sensitivet oft of her.
Bade reveled in her taste, uniquely her, although he wasn’t quite sure how he knew that. What he did know was that he never wanted to quit pleasing her if it meant hearing those breathy little cries and moans come from her mouth. He had never been so aroused in either of his lives. But it wasn’t enough. \'I want her to scream,\' he thought hungrily, \'I want to feel her shudder and convulse and moan my name.\'
He began to use his tongue with more force, finding a rhythm that seemed to please her. She moaned, arching her back and tightening her legs around his neck. He thrust a finger into her and began a smooth rhythm as he suckled her sensitive core.
The spasms started at her center and rippled their way out. She felt a tidal wave of the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known crash down upon her, making her jerk and stiffen, her hands fisting in the bedclothes beneath her. Ilona screamed her release, arching so far up Bade thought she was going to break herself.
As the spasms subsided and she lay there exhausted and panting, he positioned himself upright between her thighs. She looked at him, bewildered, and shouted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he thrust himself into her.
He seated himself to the hilt and dipped his mouth down to press his lips to the furrow on her forehead. “Shh, darling, I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He began a slow thrusting, in and out of her, letting her small form get used to his mass.
Ilona whimpered and he stopped again, looking at her, concern painted on his face. “Would you like me to stop, sweetheart?”
“N-no,” she replied, strain clear in her voice, “no, just…could you kind of…” She couldn’t find words to tell him what she needed but somehow he understood. He shifted his position slightly and she felt a flood of warmth.
“Oh…oh yes…perfect,” she gasped.
“Good,” he replied and began thrusting carefully.
Ilona moaned, this time in pleasure, and wrapped her legs around his hips, arching up to meet his thrusts.
Bade began to thrust harder at her commands of “more!” until she convulsed a second time. He felt himself on the brink or orgasm and stopped, waiting for her direction.
She looked up at him and screamed “NOW!”
He thrust back as far as he could go and slammed back into her one final time, feeling his powerful release take hold of him, making him gasp and moan as he collapsed on the bed, his face next to Ilona’s.
She enfolded him in her arms, stroking his back to calm him as reality slipped from her grasp and sleep overtook her.