Be gentle
From Lord Of Utterdom
You peel her shirt from her shoulders softly, and place a little kiss along her collar bone. Her breasts are as small as dollops of pudding, but cream white and capped by puffy pink nipples. You kiss down her cleavage, and she runs a hand through your hair. You suckle at her breasts until her nipples harden in your mouth, and then you gently press her back onto the bed.
You unfasten her servant's trousers and pull them from her hips, sliding them down her toned legs. You are greeted by the site of a small downy tuft of blonde hair, sparse, just above the tight lips of her quim. You toss the pants onto the floor and lean in to kiss at her taut belly, working your way down across her hips. You kiss each lovingly, and she sighs softly as you do, her legs squirming beneath your gentleness.
You suckle at the inside of her thighs, working your mouth upwards to her box, and you slide your tongue between the lips and upwards over her clit. She thrusts her hips upward and gasps as you work your tongue in circles around her button, and slide a single finger just barely into her wet hole. She bites at her lip as you suck at her, lap at her, sliding your finger gently into her.
pulling away, you rise up to get atop her. she looks up with those lovely blue eyes, her lips spread in a smile. She pulls you to her, and you take ahold of yourself to guide your member in.
She bites at your shoulder and groans in pain as your head bursts into her. She's as tight as a wet glove, and you realize you must be her first. You work slowly, kissing her full on the mouth as you sink into her slowly, and she grips you like a second skin, sending pleasure coursing through your body.
She grasps at her own nipples, pinching them as you slide in and out of her, your pace slow and methodical. She groans with every deepening thrusts, and the sight of her young body drives you close to the edge.
You drive yourself in as deep as you can, and release yourself, exploding in orgasm. Your eyes roll back, and you find yourself clawing at the linens as you spill yourself out into her. She wraps her arms tightly around you, and you find trouble catching your breath.
She smiles, and plants a kiss on your lips.
"Thank you, my Prince," she cooes. "Please don't forget the promise you've made."
She dresses quickly as you lie in bed, catching your breath and feeling your heart pound within your chest.
Only long after she is gone do you rise and clothe yourself.
