“I won’t touch you,” he repeats, in my ear.
I close my eyes for a moment and saw the first flash expelling a shred of my past. His hands seize the fabric of my dress, but I don’t feel them on my skin. Krum stands behind me and makes the straps slide down my arms.
The hairs rise, my skin tingles. Air brushes along on my back and as the dress falls down, the lava of desire flows down my body.
I sigh. I'm not ashamed to let him know how much I appreciate this unusual procedure that costs him and doesn’t belong to him.
When the dress reaches my ankles, I raise one foot, then the other and I turn to him. I've never seen him so absorbed and concentrated. His eyes are everywhere, on my legs, on my intimate apparel, then go up to my belly, until they stop for a deliciously infinite time on my still covered breasts. They go to my lips and to my eyes and again to my lips.
“Moeto krasivo momiche,” he whispers. And his words become a striking erotic touch. Bulgarian on his lips is like a hot kiss.
“Repeat it.”
“Moeto,” he repeats, moving his hands behind my back and unhooking my bra. “Krasivo.” I shrug my shoulder and let it drop. His eyes fall on my nude tits. “Momiche.”
I'm panting, my skin is invaded by those words that are burning touches.
“What did you say?”
“My beautiful girl.”
Blush is pulsating on my cheeks, but what is becoming unsustainable is the need to feel him on my skin, on the part of me that is desiring him so perturbingly. My head is spinning and he hasn’t touched me yet.
Without taking his eyes off mine, he kneels slowly. He keeps his head up, mine is looking down. We never leave each other; we never cease to be one in the other. He wets his lips with his tongue and my sigh provokes a mischievous smile. When he approaches his face to my belly, an uncontrolled groan comes out. It's amazing the effect it's having on me even before I feel him on me and without touching me.
Krum's teeth grab the edge of my lace panties. He said he won’t touch me and he's really keeping his word.
My underwear drops down uncovering half of me. Part of his lips touch my skin, contracted by desire. He's not awkward, he's perfect; seductive and destructive in his seemingly pretentious pose. He's making me feel better than I could ever imagine.
The panties reach my ankles and I don’t feel ashamed to have his face up near my nudity. I'm burning, I feel my shell suffer the absence of his touch, but I realize that what Krum is doing is far more exciting than feeling his hands on me immediately.
He stays on his knees contemplating my body, looking at it with desire, as if he’d like to engrave it in his mind.
“Vsichko tova e moe.” The sound of his voice is so different in his language. It’s damnly erotic. I am physically shuddering, trembling, craving and thirsting, wanting even more. He moves to my lower abdomen and I feel the tip of his nose rubbing against my skin. “All this,” I think he's translating, “is mine.”
“I agree with you for now.”
He looks at me and smiles. He is fascinating. His hair is uncombed and his lips are stretched out in a smile I had never seen before.
He gets up slowly and my eyes can enjoy his vigorousness. I am pleased to see that I, too, have some effect on him. My mind is already figuring out how it should be to feel him inside me, in a total way.
“Lay down on the bed,” he orders.
Now he’s looking at me with less sweetness, as if that repressed part of him had reappeared. I was expecting him to take me with force; that he might hurt me, but Krum is doing exactly what I’ve asked him: he’s making me feel good. He’s careful; doses every move, makes sure that I melt; he's stalling and that's fine. That's really fine.
I step back and when I feel the edge of the mattress at my legs, I lie down on the bed and I put my head on the pillow.
He goes around the bed and climbs upon me with legs astride.
“Krum.”
“Relax. I won’t touch you.”
I’d like to tell him that I want him to touch me, take me, stay with me, but I let him show me this new part of him, who is free to fantasize with my body; who can find something wonderful in sweetness.
His knees sink into the mattress on the sides of my hips. Being naked under him and still half covered doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. He doesn’t establish any contact. He limits himself to be there and do something for me. When he takes the pillow lying on the other side of the bed, I look at him interrogatively. He stretches the cloth in his hands and pulls it tightly. The muscles of his arms tend to strain, till the pillow case tears causing a net sound and an infinity of white feathers begin to fly on us; falling on me and tickling me.
I start laughing amused by the wonderful effect my body feels in welcoming every feather.
“Lay down!” Krum is pleased to see me smile. He puts the pillow away, now reduced to a piece of cloth and rests his palms at the sides of my head. When I see him moving down more and more on my lips, my heart skips a beat. “From now on, my touches will be like feathers on your body.”
It's a promise.
“Krum,” I sigh, beginning to feel the tide of feathers moving on my breast.
I'm covered with these silky filaments and with him who doesn’t even try to touch me. The thing begins to become exasperating.
“Ask me what you want, princess. Ask me anything.” His nose rubs on mine, Krum is devastatingly tender.
“I want these!” I ask, biting his lips and letting them rub up against my teeth.
“Where do you want them?”
“On my body.”
He pierces me with a hungry look, pulls up and moves back. I observe him as if I were a spectator. I feel honored. Krum is worshipping me.
He gathers the feathers spread on the mattress with his hands and makes them fly on my body, tossing them into the air. They fall upon my breasts, my belly, my intimacy.
I pant, because the sensation I feel on my skin is relaxing, tickling, exciting.
“Krum…”
He lowers his chest towards my body and begins to blow slowly on the feathers that move on my breast, caressing and touching me. Those touches that will be like that from now on, as he promised.
I'm rocketing, Krum is giving me a never experienced pleasure, an episode I’ll never forget. I close my eyes and let my skin be cuddled by the dancing feathers driven by Krum's breath. Feathers slide on my belly, some on my turgid nipples, I'm suffering, I'm moaning out of pleasure and desire.
“Do you like it?”
“Very much, but I would like something else too,” my demanding voice seems to intrigue him.
He blows away the remaining feathers from my breast and takes a bigger one. He holds it in his fingers and leads it to my face. The feather caresses my cheek, jaw and neck and then…
“Oh my God, Krum!” Feeling them on my nipples makes me go crazy.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers so lightly that I'm not sure he’s said it. I don’t dwell on the statement because it’s not time to discuss.
He blows away the feathers from my belly, until they accumulate slowly on my intimacy. I keep my eyes closed. The sensation is indescribable. It is as if I were fire and he water unable to put out my burning, but who ignites it even more, making it exasperating. I see nothing anymore. I cradle myself in the wonderful sensations I'm feeling, until I feel his lips encircle a nipple and I am forced to admire the elegance of his zeal and the passion he uses in every delicate kiss.
He pulls it with his lips, bites it without hurting, sucks it with such exciting delicacy; so much to force me to raise my pelvis to find his erection still hidden in his pants. He moves to the other nipple and pulls out his tongue, it slides on my areola. I can’t hold back and moan, provoking in him the fulfillment that colors his eyes with desire.
His lips now pinch my belly, trace their path, leaving electric discharges at their passage. His tongue stops on my belly and starts to cover my lower belly,
again, until, with a precise breath, he moves all the feathers , collected on my intimacy and frees it to make it his.
I raise my elbows and look at him, I can’t hold back and my hands are looking for his head. I caress him and reach his cheeks. He moves his head and kisses one of my palms and then the other. He slides back and asks me to get near the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor and then it’s the end. My body goes crazy when it hears him speaking.
“Open your legs for me.” I do it and I feel ticklish on my indecently wet intimate lips. “Vsichko tova e moe,” he repeats. All this is mine.
“It's all yours,” I confirm.
He has never touched me since we’ve been doing the most intimate thing that exists. I didn’t think it could be possible and so enjoyable.
He scrupulously looks at me, approaches my mouth and kisses me, but only on the inside thigh; One leg and then the other.
“What I'm about to do, I’ve never done willingly to any woman.” The information destabilizes me for a moment, but I try to pin it quickly to remember it in another moment.
“And I’ve never let anyone do that.”
“Really?” He sounds surprised and comforted at the same time. I nod. I've already had sex, but I’ve never wanted a man's mouth right there; Not like I want Krum’s now. “Relax.”
I lie down and wait for the touch of his lips.
When he gets there, I cannot stop a groan of pleasure. His lips are more delicate than the touch of a feather. They move on my intimacy with discretion, slowly and with devouring ability.
“Krum!” I shout.
His tongue is soft and fresh, it traces the opening of my intimate lips in all its entirety. He starts from below and slinks up, slowly, until he moves inexorably on the bud, making circles and pressing it. I feel him going up and down and then circling, his lips join and suck the pulsating and swollen flesh.
“Oh, Krum… Krum!” I clasp his hair and pull it. My toes are stretched out. Thrills start from my ankles and go along my thighs and then explode like an eruption in my shell tortured by his mouth. Tortured in a pleasurable way.
I rub myself eagerly on his lips. I seek that tongue that licks me; increasing the rhythm; becoming brutal and erasing every intent of giving pleasure delicately. Krum is evolving. He is losing control of himself and is about to show me what he can do: destroying me with pleasure.
He is nourishing himself.
He’s stealing my perception of space.
He's bringing magic into my body.
He is knocking down every wall and is imposing on me.
I scream, because orgasm invades me like a storm. Krum continues to lick me giving a wave of pleasure with the voracious movement of that tongue. When I moan his name and pant relieving the spasms, his mouth encircles my skin and sucks it, calming those tremors that are slowly fading leaving me in the firmament.
I rest breathlessly and bring my eyes to his head between my legs. Krum is kissing my thigh, climbing my belly, and swirl from one breast to the others.
He reaches my lips and whispers on them: “Are you okay now?” I nod. I cannot talk. “Now we get serious.”
He threatens with those sly and mischievous eyes. Before I can open my mouth, his tongue passes through my lips and a furious kiss leaves me breathless.
Now his hands grab me. His fingers sink into the skin of my neck held against his head. He doesn’t kiss me, he is eating me, he is feeding on me.
Excitement reappears surprisingly in my body, just a few seconds before I was shot down by a fulminating orgasm and now I'm ready to be dragged into the dark side of this amazing man. He sits down and I get on him, riding him naked and feeling the silk of his pants. At last I can get the touch I wanted, my hunger is aggressive and I let him know it.
“Strip!” I demand, shamelessly fondling every inch of those enrapturing abdominals. He is able to move under me and get rid of all his clothes. What I have before my eyes is the body of a worthy god of this Temple. He’s so majestic and perfect, that seeing how muscular he is, creates many expectations in me. I cannot resist and clasp his erection in my hands, caressing it up and down. He mumbles in my mouth and makes me swallow a vulgar Bulgarian word.
“Ambra, Ambra,” he pronounces my name as if it was his, too.
In a moment we passed from being a part of a world of sweetness to being victims of a fiendish desire.
Our naked bodies intertwine and caress each other more than ever. My boobs are pressed on his chest, that is a hot rock. Our intimacy perfectly united, my hands on his massive back, his hands clasping my butt.
He kisses me as if he is tasting a forbidden fruit, though I still feel the parts of that cautious limited Krum.
“I want you to take me as you wish. I want you to be exactly what you are!”
He looks at me confused, but when his eyes blend in their fascinating darkness, the magma flows more and more fluid to my stomach and floods me with burning desire.
“I want you,” I whisper to his lips.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You never could.”
We are immobile, I on him and he under me, tryng to decide whether to be totally himself or the man who continues to touch me as if his hands were feathers.
I bend my head in a nod of permission. He sighs, rests his forehead on mine and... he simply becomes Krum.
He lifts me suddenly and pushes my back on the bed, grabs both my wrists and grasps them really hard, making my blood boil with great expectations. I pant, because I love to be taken with possession; with authority. I want to be dominated by him, who is able to hold on to me satisfying every desire and fulfilling every expectation.
He kisses me torturing my mouth; bites my lower lip; then my neck, while his hard rod pushes on my clitoris and stimulates it, almost driving me to the climax just like that.
He is fast; determined. He knows what he wants. He grabs my chin and pulls my head off the pillow. While he kisses me, I feel him clutch the clumps of my hair, in the gesture that often terrified me and that now makes me go wild. He pulls me up and forces me to turn around. While I do…
Bang!
I jerk, feeling a strong slap on my ass.
His chest sticks to my back and his lips reach my ear.
“This is for all the times you said I was disgusting,” he groans. His cruel tone is as exciting as the Bulgarian.
His manhood rubs on my ass and I follow the movement stimulating it. He grabs my hair again and pulls me to his chest. His fingers reach my balmy pleasure bud and then disappear to reappear surprisingly in the inner thigh, which he traps in a painful pinch.
“Krum!”
“This is for all the times you've made me go crazy with jealousy.”
He kisses my shoulder, licks it like a greedy animal, until he reaches my neck and bites it. My cry echoes in the room, I'm afraid I'm bleeding.
“This is because you said I couldn’t come into your life. To tell me what I cannot do is one of the things I hate mostly.”
My butt is still burning. The flesh of the inner thigh beats painfully, as well as my neck on which I am sure, he left his teeth marks.
He makes me turn over again, without any delicacy and tosses me on the mattress. I exult because I am enjoying shamelessly.
He places himself on me and keeps his manhood in his hand. It’s so big that I’m afraid he'll hurt me. He massages it in front of my burning eyes that wish to have it inside.
“Krum!” I fear he wants to torture me.
“Do you deserve it?”
He grabs one of my legs and puts it on his shoulder, turns his face and his lips kiss my calf, I shiver even for that, I tremble at each touch, I tremble for the burning desire to make love with him.
“This…” he mumbles and I jump, expecting another blow, but I feel a finger penetrating, “…is for every time you've invaded my dreams.”
He introduces another finger and I feel his presence in me explosively. I feel his finger rotate i
nside me, scrutinizing my depth, so present and experienced to provoke a cry of pleasure mixed with pain. He pushes his fingers along one side unknown to me, I really feel them.
“Krum!”
He pulls out his fingers, emptying me.
“And this…”
I feel the tip of his hot erection on the clit until…
OMG.
He fills me in a single and devastating thrust that makes me yell.
“This is because you are the only woman capable of breaking my soul, adjusting it and possessing it totally.”
His words are strong, but the energy he puts in possessing me is even stronger.
He starts pushing with an uncontrollable fury, slams me on the mattress pushing my leg on his shoulder, clinging partly to it and partly to my neck that he holds tightly. He penetrates me so hard with wild plunges forcing me to cry out of pleasure and pain at the same time.
He pulls up my pelvis and the angle he’s choosing makes me go crazy with pleasure. He leans over me and pulls out to push back in again with a devastating force. My leg flexes even more. My knee hits my breast. He holds the other leg wide open on the mattress and I cannot help but be taken by his erotic fury that I love with all my heart.
He pushes hard and stops, deeply inside me.
I feel him totally inside me.
His lips find mine vibrating, exhausted. I kiss him, he kisses me. He retracts and thrusts again, always stopping in my depths.
He moves, twisting. He goes out, goes in, goes out again and goes in. I cannot follow his rhythm. I'm here, but I'm elsewhere, I'm totally possessed by Krum Botev.
The dots of dizziness fly around in space, the room fills with glow, my body surrenders and I lose ground contact, wandering in an unknown dimension.
“Sega si moya zavinagi.”
The Bulgarian is the final blow and I moan with pleasure, struck by orgasm.
He leaves my body. My leg falls off of his shoulder. I feel the drops of his pleasure splash on my belly. My skin enjoys the contact of his warm seed feeding the tide of bliss that is engulfing me.
“Sega si moya zavinagi,” he repeats, dripping over me, leaving his signature on my exhausted body.
“What did you…” I'm exhausted, “say?”
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