I'll warm you later

[Ramona's POV]

He gazed into my eyes, hugged me tightly, and shook his head, "No, my princess is not a witch; she never will be...." He delivered the final sentence in such an admiring tone that all of my anxieties tingled and melted into one large puddle on the floor. He kissed my forehead lightly. I grinned and gripped him back before he released me. I couldn't help it; there was something adorable about him saying it to me. It made my heart feel even fuller than it already did.

He moved away from me and sat down, bringing me with him. My head rested on his chest, and I could practically hear his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around me, softly putting his chin on top of my hair. My nose pressed against his neck, and I absorbed his perfume deeply. The smell of his perfume entered my lungs like a drug, and I relished every moment. I felt like I was intoxicated. I felt like I was going to drown if this hug lasted any longer. If he didn't let go soon, my willpower weakened and I felt like I was going to do something dumb. Like...I'm not sure.

I am not going to do something stupid, so there! But...but.But I do not want him to quit yet. I want more. I want him. And the amount of frustration that causes me is insane! And I can feel it beginning to work, making me want more. Oh my goodness. I'm not sure anymore...I just need him so much. I need to kiss him. I need him now. But...but...oh gods, please don't let him leave right now; I have no idea what he is thinking about me, but...Oh, God, Oh, God. Please don't let him go, crap. I'll...I'll kiss him hard...

What am I thinking!? What does he think? He suddenly scooped me off my feet as if I were light as a feather. He stood up abruptly, and I gasped before locking my arms around his neck and gripping hard. "Let me wash you, princess," he said softly to me, a smile on his lips. I think I can't contain myself anymore, I sigh as I consider. When he realised I was out of breath, his smile widened. "Do you want to stay here, with me until the shower?" He muttered and kissed my temple.

My skin exploded in goosebumps, and I couldn't stop smiling. I nodded, and he carefully positioned me on the counter. I observed as his actions hypnotised me, as if they held no meaning. His hands went deftly over my body, and mine reacted immediately. I saw I was being ridiculous, but I couldn't stop staring. He stopped stroking me and glanced at me. I bit my lip and averted my eyes.

Why? Why am I acting like this!? What am I terrified of? I don't get it... Sure, occasionally he gives me butterflies and sparks, but this is different. This feels more intense. I am not sure why he feels this way. All I know is that I don't want him to stop; I believe I'm falling in love with him. Oh, Goddess! What will I do now? Did I actually fall in love with them? I thought.

He picked up the shower and bathed me with such kindness that I felt reborn after so long. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about everything for a few moments, but it didn't work. I opened my eyes to see his reflection in the mirror, looking at me. I could virtually feel the wheels moving in his head as he examined me.

He turned to look at me and said, "Monna, you are gorgeous. You're always lovely, but today especially..." He trailed off, still looking at me with a mix of astonishment and uncertainty, "Today, you are extraordinary." He talked, tenderly stroking the length of my hair, and his words caused me to flush. A faint smile pulled at his lips, and I returned his gaze, smiling slightly as well. He stretched out to touch me, brushing his fingertips lightly across my cheek. I shivered, and he giggled. "Your skin is cold," he said quietly, taking my hand and kissing it tenderly.

It was soft and sweet, unlike anything I'd ever known. "I'll warm you later." He winked, and I felt a warmth rise within me, burning away all of my anxieties. He was making me smile. My heartbeat quickened in response. I moaned and turned towards the water, allowing him to wash me. It was a great feeling, and he was really gentle.

He leaned down to wash my hot, searing puss, which was soaking wet from his aroma and soft touch. The sensation was ecstatic. Everything in the world was quiet except for the blood racing through my veins. He rubbed his fingers against my inner thigh, and my entire body melted. My legs began to tremble, and I held the shower walls tightly, trying hard to hide it. The warmth of his hand travelled up my pussy length, causing chills all over my body. I sigh softly when he gently rubs it.

He rubbed my clit with his other hand and murmured softly. His hand continued to move up my cunt while my toes curled beneath the water. Every time he touched my clit, he pressed down, drawing me out. It felt great. That's correct. I was having so much fun. I moaned loudly, and my hips jutted forward unconsciously. His gaze met mine as my lips opened involuntarily. "Oh," my breath escaped my nostrils in a leisurely sigh, causing him to smile slightly. "Such a lovely sound." He proceeded to rub the damp region softly.

His voice was soothing, and his touch was warm and tender. He slipped his fingers deep inside me. I could feel him twitching with anticipation, knowing precisely what I wanted. He smirked and stepped up, licking his fingers clean. "Shall we try something new?" He asked me softly. The way he phrased it was so suggestive that I was left dumbfounded, but all I could think of was 'yes'. My thoughts was blank, and I knew I couldn't speak without revealing myself. I nodded, still looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

Seeing his eyes was too much for me; they were both dark and enticing. He smiled and moved in, kissing me tenderly before running a finger down my throat. I let out a little whimper, and he smirked, removing his finger from between my lips. I moaned and arched into his touch. I threw my arms around his neck and allowed my legs to wrap around his waist. I needed him. I needed him right now—all of him. Everything was swirling around me, and I didn't care where it went; all I wanted was to be closer to him. He took a step back, and I whimpered slightly.

He stared me straight in the eye before carefully lowering himself onto my stomach. I felt his lips on mine and held my breath. "Your pussy doesn't need water to clean, it needs something else, something special," he says against my wet pussy. I bit my lower lip and attempted to breathe properly. He massaged my clit and carefully moved his finger across it, causing vibrations throughout my body. To hide my cries, I gasped loudly and clinched my teeth.

"Look at you," He whispered on my flesh. I lowered my face slightly and gazed into his eyes. I moaned loudly and bit my tongue. I closed my eyes and clutched his hair. I could feel his hand gliding over my ass while his tongue swirled in perfect sync with my outer pussy lips. He had wonderful flavour, scent, and movement. The sensation of his tongue sliding across my clit and his hand moving over my pussy made it all the more enjoyable. My breathing grew uneven, and I arched my back slightly, hoping for more. More. More...more...more. I had trouble focusing.

I could barely feel anything anymore, and all I cared about was him. So, so good. His tongue proceeded to tickle my pussy, tickling and tasting my walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. He moved quicker and faster with each lick, and I arched my back, tightening my grip on his hair. My legs trembled, and my breathing became deeper. I was not expecting this to happen. I wasn't prepared for this. But I enjoyed every moment, every one of these touches and caresses. It was as though he were a drug. An addictive substance.

I was willing to do anything to have this magnificent climax in his hands. I didn't realise my knees had crumbled under the pressure until he caught me, holding me closely against him and my hips hard against the countertop, causing me to scream louder and feel every bit of pleasure. My hands got tangled in his hair, and my back arched higher than ever. He licked his lips with enjoyment, and I felt a surge of excitement pass through me.

"Fuck!" He muttered against my neck before planting several lips on my skin. I shouted out as he pressed his lips deeper into me, his cock pulsing against my stomach. I opened my mouth and let him slide in. His mouth was pressed up against my tongue, sucking hard, and I could taste the bitter metallic flavour of sweat on his lips. I arched my back to bring him closer, and he immediately obliged, plunging into me completely.

I moaned as I felt his hands hold my ass, softly rubbing it and squeezing my cheeks. My hands gripped his shoulders fiercely, desperate to be closer to him. He groaned as he kissed me deeper and harder than usual. Without leaving my mouth, he hoisted me off the ground in one fluid motion. I squirmed.

"Ahh..." I gasped and wrapped my legs around his torso, clinging on fast. He took his mouth away from mine and pressed it against my chest, kissing along my collarbone and running his lips upward. He nibbled my earlobe, and I arched my head to the side. I felt his lips brush across the sensitive flesh of my neck, causing tingles and shivers to appear on my skin. His kiss spread lower, down to my shoulder, until his lips touched my throat. I bit my lower lip and felt sparks flash through me. "Mona, I love how responsive you are." He commented, touching my collarbone with soft, sweet kisses.

"Do you realise how sexy you are? "Do you know?" I bit down on my lower lip, and he sucked on my skin, sending a lovely pain through me. I let out a little gasp as his hot tongue circled my earlobe and softly sucked on it, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks hard enough to make me moan in pleasure.