“It’s all right,” Elle said, resting her palm on Kyrie’s burning face. “You’ll get used to this.”
“Get used to what?”
“Get used to me undressing you. I’ll go slowly tonight. But when we’re alone together in my room, your body belongs to me. I’ll touch it when I want to touch it, undress it when I want to undress it and use it however I want to use it. You understand that?”
Kyrie nodded.
“How does that make you feel?” Elle asked.
“Better,” she said. “Scared, but better. I don’t know what I’m doing. I want...I want you to do it all.”
“I will. I promise. And I’m taking care of you.”
“You’ll take care of me?”
“Yes,” Elle whispered. “That’s what I want to do. You do what I tell you to do. And I’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you,” Kyrie said. And Elle had to stop herself from laughing. Thank her? Kyrie was letting Elle kiss her and touch her and dominate her and Kyrie was thanking her? Submissives were so cute sometimes.
Elle kissed Kyrie again, a slow sensual kiss. A kiss to distract the girl while Elle finished unknotting the tie of her robe. Once it was untied, Elle parted the robe and rested her hand on Kyrie’s stomach. She felt the muscles fluttering like bird’s wings with every nervous breath.
Beneath the robe Kyrie wore an old-fashioned gown of white cotton, tied with a drawstring at the neck. On the other sisters, the gown looked like a relic from another era. On Kyrie, it looked unbearably erotic. One little bow to untie and the gown would fall open like a flower.
“Are you okay?” Elle asked, between kisses.
“I think so.”
“Scared?”
“Terrified.”
“Good. I like that you’re scared,” Elle said.
“Why?”
The question caught her off guard. She didn’t have an answer for it.
“I don’t know. I just do. Maybe...” She kissed Kyrie’s neck under her ear and over the pounding vein. “Maybe I want you to be afraid of me. That way your trust means more than if you weren’t afraid.”
“I do trust you,” Kyrie said.
“I know. You’ll be brave for me, and do everything I tell you to do even if it scares you?”
Kyrie took a breath, looked away. “Whatever you want, Elle. Do whatever you want. I’m yours.”
Let it be done unto me...
“Good. I’m going to take your robe off you. Just the robe. For now.”
Kyrie took a breath as if bracing herself. Elle bit back a smile. With her mouth on Kyrie’s neck, Elle pushed the robe down her back and off her arms.
“Tell me if you get cold,” Elle asked.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I’m anything but cold right now.”
Elle pulled back and wrapped a leg around either side of Kyrie’s waist. They were face-to-face now, Kyrie sitting in the circle of her legs and arms.
“Do you like kissing?” Elle asked, kissing her again on the mouth, the cheek, the ear.
“I love it.” Kyrie’s head fell back, giving Elle better access to her neck and throat. Without any warning Elle nipped Kyrie’s neck with a quick snap of her teeth. Kyrie flinched but didn’t protest. A good sign. “I was just thinking kissing felt so good I wished I’d done it a long time ago. But then maybe I wouldn’t have come here, and I wouldn’t have met you. And you’re my first kiss, Elle. I’m so glad you’re my first kiss.”
Their lips met again in renewed passion. All gentleness had fled from the kiss. Elle took Kyrie’s face in her hands and kissed the girl until she moaned. While their lips were otherwise occupied, Elle raised her hands to Kyrie’s neck and found the bow of her nightgown. She untied it and yanked lightly on the silky string.
Kyrie inhaled sharply and froze.
“Trust me,” Elle said in a warning tone. “Don’t forget to trust me.”
“I trust you,” she said again. “It’s just...”
“I know. I was a virgin once, too. I promise, I know.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“We’re not going to stop until I’m done with you. Remember that?”
Kyrie smiled and laughed softly.
“I remember.”
“Do you need to stop for a minute or two?”
“Maybe...maybe just a minute. What are you... I mean—”
“I’m going to push your nightgown down to your hips, and then I’m going to touch and kiss your breasts. That’s what I’m going to do. Just that. For starters.”
“For starters.”
“Kyrie, you won’t be a virgin when you wake up tomorrow. Are you sure you’re ready for that sort of morning?”
She didn’t answer at first, not with words. But then she sat up straighter and brought her own hands to the tie of her nightgown. She loosened the fabric and, with a tiny shake of her shoulders, let the gown fall down her arms, baring her body to her waist.
Elle stopped breathing for two or three tense seconds. Kyrie had beautiful breasts, small and high and with the pinkest, most pert nipples. There was nothing voluptuous about the girl. She had a thin petite frame, almost boyish, but the breasts were flawless. Elle cupped one in her hand. Kyrie breathed in at the contact but didn’t say a word, didn’t protest. Not even when Elle massaged her areola with her thumb, making a slow circle until her nipple tightened and grew hard.
She raised her other hand and pinched both of Kyrie’s nipples. She didn’t pinch hard, not enough to hurt her, but hard enough a little gasp escaped Kyrie’s parted lips.
“How does this feel?” Elle asked as she rolled Kyrie’s nipples in her fingers, massaged and teased them.
“Amazing,” Kyrie said. “I didn’t know it could feel this good when someone else touched me.”
“I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Pain and pleasure.”
“How will you hurt me?”
Elle brushed the pad of her thumbs over Kyrie’s nipples. That was something that never failed to make Elle aroused. Søren would do it until she was cursing the day he was born for getting her so aroused and then making her wait for penetration.
But Søren was her past now. Kyrie was her present. And like a present, Elle wanted to open her.
“I want to open your vagina up. It’ll probably hurt if you’ve never had anything bigger than a tampon or a finger in you before.”
“I haven’t.”
“I’m glad. I want to be the one who opens you up.”
“I want it, too. I want to feel you inside me, Elle. Please?”
“Soon. Lie back for me now.”
Carefully, Kyrie rolled down and rested her head on Elle’s pillow. Her hair surrounded her shoulders like a veil. What a waste of God’s beauty to cover this girl’s hair with anything. But Elle was glad then that Kyrie covered her hair with a veil. Now she and she alone got to see Kyrie like this—unveiled in every way.
Elle bent over Kyrie’s chest and kissed her right nipple.
“Oh, God.”
Elle smiled.
‘That’s how I feel about it, too. Now don’t talk,” Elle ordered. “Enjoy it.”
Like a good girl, Kyrie said nothing. Elle focused all her attention now on Kyrie’s breasts and nipples. She licked them, both breasts. Easy to do with breasts so petite and perfect. And then she took the right nipple into her mouth and sucked it and she used her fingers to pull and tug on her left nipple. Beneath her mouth, Kyrie’s breasts heaved with her ragged breathing.
“I can feel it...” Kyrie said in a low strained voice. “In my stomach.”
“Where else?” Elle asked, sucking her left nipple now.
“In my hips and back.”
“Where else?”
“Inside me,” Kyrie said.
“Are you getting wet? Can you tell?” She’d ordered Kyrie not to talk, but now she had to know everything she was feeling.
“I am. I’m sure of it. God, it feels so good.”
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nbsp; Elle took her time with Kyrie’s breasts. No rush. No hurry. She wasn’t a man rushing through the process, counting every second until he’d got his girl ready enough he could stick his cock in her with a clear conscience. No, Elle was a woman too and knew everything Kyrie was feeling and wanted to feel, everything she needed to feel. If Kyrie wanted her nipples kissed for half an hour, an hour, Elle would do it. She would do it with pleasure and with patience.
“Elle...” Kyrie breathed as Elle drew her nipple deeper into her mouth. “I want...”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know. I just...I want.”
Elle rose over Kyrie and kissed her again on the lips. A sheen of sweat covered Kyrie’s forehead and Elle pushed a lock of damp hair off her face.
“Me, too,” Elle whispered. “I want it, too.”
“Do you really like doing this? I know you’re not—”
“I’m a not a lesbian, no. I love having sex with men. But I also love having sex with you. And that’s what we’re doing now.”
“We are, aren’t we?”
“We are. I hope it’s as good for you as it is for me.”
“Better,” Kyrie said. “You’re doing all the work.”
Elle shook her head. “This isn’t work. You aren’t work.”
“Will you touch me inside now?”
“Soon. I told you I’m enjoying myself. Don’t rush me, my dove.”
“Dove?”
“When I first saw you, your hair and your skin reminded me of a dove. I don’t know why.”
“I like it. It sounds like ‘my love.’”
“It does, doesn’t it?” With one more smile, Elle dropped her mouth back to Kyrie’s breasts. She kissed them again, kneaded and molded them in her hands and with her mouth until Kyrie panted.
Elle sat up finally and moved between Kyrie’s knees. She lifted the hem of the gown up to Kyrie’s waist and pushed her thighs open. Kyrie said nothing. Her body had gone limp. She was weak with desire. Exactly the way Elle wanted her.
“I’ll try not to hurt you too much,” Elle said, forcing her eyes to Kyrie’s face.
“You couldn’t hurt me now if you tried.”
“Don’t say stuff like that. Knowing me, I’ll try.”
With both hands, Elle stroked the lips of Kyrie’s vulva. She had the softest pubic hair, like a young girl’s. Elle pushed the folds open and looked down at the small pink hole of her vagina. Carefully she slipped a finger into her and pushed up against the soft hollow right inside her body.
“You are soaking wet,” Elle said.
“Is that good?”
“Unbelievably good. Let’s make it better, though.”
“How?”
Elle bent down and licked Kyrie’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue. One lick and a second one. One the third one she lightly sucked it between her lips. Kyrie went stiff and still from the shock of pleasure.
“Relax,” she ordered the girl. “Trust me. Even if this makes you nervous at first, after a couple times it will become your new favorite thing.”
“Okay. Trying to relax. But...”
“But what?”
“Doesn’t it taste weird?”
“If you want me to tell you it tastes like candy and strawberries, you’re going to be disappointed. If I wanted candy and strawberries, I’d go grocery shopping. Since my head’s between your thighs, I think it’s safe to say I’m in the mood for something else to eat. Now shut up. My mouth has better things to do than answer silly questions. Like this, for example.”
Elle licked Kyrie from her clitoris to the base of her vagina and back up again. Kyrie groaned in the back of her throat and Elle did it again. While she kissed and licked Kyrie, she pushed her finger into that soft spot as deep as she could.
Kyrie flinched.
“Good flinch or bad flinch?” Elle asked.
“Good flinch.”
“I wish I’d packed a vibrator. I hadn’t planned on deflowering a nun while I was here.”
“Better than doing laundry, right?” Kyrie asked. She was flushed and shivering. She’d never looked more vulnerable or more beautiful.
With every minute that passed, Kyrie grew wetter and her breaths faster and more desperate. She was on the verge of orgasming any second now. Under her mouth, Kyrie’s hips rocked up and down. Her fingers grasped at the sheets, at the pillow around her head.
“Are you close?” Elle whispered.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping. Not now or ever. But when you come, I’m going to put my hand inside you.”
“All of it?”
“Most of it.”
“That’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“I have small hands. It won’t hurt any more than a penis would, which means it will probably hurt. Try not to scream.”
“What if I scream?”
“You will not scream. That’s an order.”
Kyrie gave a scared little laugh, and Elle went back to work on her, sucking her, licking her, fucking her...first with one finger, then two. Two fingers...then three. Kyrie was so wet it was dripping onto the sheets underneath her and forming a small puddle. Good thing Elle did the laundry. That could be incriminating.
Elle focused her attention solely on Kyrie’s clitoris. It pulsed against her tongue while Kyrie’s tight wet passage slowly opened itself to her fingers.
Then Kyrie went silent, completely silent. She was there, on the edge, on the verge. She’d hit her climax and hit it hard.
“Elle—” Kyrie gasped the warning and Elle slammed her left hand over Kyrie’s mouth and pushed her right hand into Kyrie.
All around her hand Kyrie’s body throbbed and pulsed as the muscle contracted wildly, clamping down onto Elle’s intruding presence. Kyrie’s legs opened even wider and her hips rose half a foot off the bed and lifted them again and again. Against Elle’s palm, she cried out with either pleasure or pain. Who could tell in that moment?
Kyrie pushed her heels into the bed and pulled back. As quickly as she could without hurting her even more, Elle slid her hand out of her. With a whimper, Kyrie collapsed back onto the sheets in a sweaty, panting, tired mess of blond waves and tears.
“It’s okay,” Elle said, sliding up to lie beside her. “You’re okay. It’s over.”
Kyrie closed her eyes and nodded.
“You did so good.” Elle took a corner of the sheet and wiped the blood and fluid off her hand. Then she gently stroked Kyrie’s burning forehead. She looked so lovely right now, spent and tired with her lips swollen and her nipples taut and her stomach quivering. Elle couldn’t stop herself from kissing her on the mouth one more time.
“How good?” Kyrie asked.
“Gold medal. You didn’t even scream.”
“Surely that’s worth a few points, isn’t it?” Kyrie asked. “One
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