Thread: Cosplay of His Dreams

As he continued to examine her, he found himself wondering where to begin. So many things to do, and he wanted to do them all right now! First, he figured, he should enjoy her body as it was right now. Completely open to him. He wanted to feel her, taste her, explore her. Exactly as she was right now in case he damaged her in a way that no longer appealed to him. Something he imagined he was going to do. Again he came up to her, lovingly running one hand going around her uplifted arm and inside her hair, the other sliding around her waist. He instantly realized something that bothered him. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, fixing his annoyance before he came back to how he was before, this time able to feel her subtle breasts again his stomach and her face pushed against his chest. He pushed her head against him, gently at first, then more firmly. The pleasure of her moderately warm skin against him was an absolute delight and he couldn't help pushing her face harder to him, his fingers now deeply entangled in the roots of her hair. His other hand equally squeezed her to him. He was pulling her petite body tightly to his own stocky figure, wanting desperately not pull harder, but fearing he may snap her in two. Something that'd make him sad, but little more. Especially since even if she were killed in the crushing, her body would still be warm for a little while. Long enough to thoroughly enjoy her. Maybe even after, she'd still... He didn't care to think about it. His erection was pushing a large bulge in his slacks, which in turn was pushing firmly against her lower stomach. He knew she felt it, knew she was going to experience it, but wasn't sure if she was enjoying it. She would though. He knew she would. That's something you would like, Deanna. He said lovingly, his nose breathing in her hair on top of her head. He loved how she smelled. Even if it was just shampoo with a slight hint of her sweat. It was her and he wanted to suck it all inside him! He finally loosened his hold on her and leaned down to start kissing her again. This time it wasn't going to stop so quickly. He started gently at her forehead, slowly trailing along her right eye brow and to her cheek bone. Across to her nose, down to her lips, planting a single kiss against her upper and lower lip, before kissing along her chin and jaw. His hands were now moving along her body, one around down her back, the other holding her stomach. He tried to keep his body pressed to her's, but it became hard to do as he leaned more to kiss her neck, her throat, taking a single lick along the length from between her collar bones to chin, then finally gentle pecks along her chest. Each rib, one touch, then the next. He got to her last rib, slowly running his tongue from center to her side along that rib. And finally he kissed his way back to her navel, his tongue snaking inside for a brief moment. She was simply delicious to him. At this point he was now crouching before her body, one arm wrapped around her bottom, the other around her legs, clinging to her. He was careful not to add his own weight on her as he held her. The poor thing was probably having a fun time holding her own self. At least he planned on not keeping her like this for too long. Here he was at her hips now. The small dip between her abdominals and her hips was traced by his tongue on the left side, then the right. He loved the way her body curved her. He craved to continued using his mouth all across this area, but as he finished each lap of her skin, he found himself smelling it. He could smell her sex and he was now finding himself completely unable to concentrate other than to violate that pussy. It was a simple matter of pushing her knees to either side, opening herself to him ever so slightly. And as one elbow snaked between her knees, then turned to force her legs apart, his other hand found it's way to her lovebox. Gently his fingers traced the outside, once, then twice around, before sliding between her folds and letting his fingers slide along her silky skin, deeply moistened. She's so wet for me! He found himself smiling, looking up to her face. You're practically dripping, Deanna! After a brief stroke of her clit, his middle finger found her entrance and pushed inside, having little trouble entering thanks to her fluids. Unhappy with the experience, however, he soon was shoving his ring finger in as well. Now it was snug. Very snug. And especially when the large joints of his fingers entered and exited her, he felt each time the expansion and contraction of her around him. During this, he moved his head close. He just above where he was working, then down, then once more to find himself right above her clit. He took it inside his mouth, the mildly bitter taste of the day fading quickly to reveal the sharp, pungent flavor of her. His tongue lapped at her bud furiously, his fingers working just as hard. Driven by all of his senses now enjoying her, he was on a quest to take it to new heights! Finally, without warning, he stopped. This position simply was not going to do and her muffled noises were annoying him. He wanted to hear her moans. Hear her state how much she loved him and how she enjoyed this. And even if his mind was screaming that she'd do none of this for him, he still wanted it. And that gag would never allow it. He stood before her, looking down upon her again. Don't scream. He told her. Don't you dare try to cry for help. No one can hear you down here. He reminded her from earlier. If I so much as think you're trying, I'll make you pay ! His eyes were fierce on her now, grasping her chin with the same hand that was only moments ago inside her. The taste and scent of her now on his lips and tongue. Don't do it. He let her go and quickly went off to get his knife again. He was smiling. She was going to make him so happy tonight! It was so sweet of her! Deanna! You're so wonderful to me. He called out, picking up the knife again. But don't that that stop you from making me happier! He came before her, sliding a finger into the gag at her cheek and slipping the blade underneath, pointing toward the cloth. Remember. No screaming, Deanna. With a quick jerk, the gag was cut and he pulled it from her mouth. No screaming. He said again as the material finally freed from between her teeth, letting it fall to the ground as he held the knife still close to her face.