Moving the dress lower, he exposed her soft and curved stomach. That too, was milk white and soft. And it, too, tasted delicious. He kissed his way down her body, covering all newly exposed skin to the onslaught of his worshipping mouth. He slipped the dress over the swell of her hips and finally free of her body. Her panties followed in suit moments afterward. Naked to his adoring eyes, he feasted on the sight as convicts to their last meal. Moving to her thigh, he kissed his way down her leg and back up, moving to the other with the same. Then he knelt and parted her legs and exposed the object of his desire. Though he wanted her intensely, it was not lust that drove him, just the opposite. It was love, pure and true that motivated his actions. The dark red of her sweet split looked like the finest velvet, cradling the precious jewel of her pleasure.
Hungry he was to sample this new delight and he wasted no time in lowering his mouth to her moist center. His tongue reached out and lapped at the meal before him, tasting her juices for the first time. In his wildest dreams he�d only imagined doing this and now here he was. His tongue met and began massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her jump and filled her with pleasure. Her moans grew louder and more urgent as he feasted. His soul was thrilled to hear such delights and wondered if he would die immediately upon achievement of his final desire, this being the forbidden fruit that other men had killed for and he was receiving. Her legs began to shake with the stimulus of the nerves, and he could feel her inner muscles contracting within her, and couldn�t wait to feel himself in there, to feel himself sheathed in her sleek wetness. Closer to the edge she came, closer to the culmination of the pleasure he was giving her. Her breathing came in startled gasps, little whimpers of an angel falling from heaven into earthly delights. The passion of the flesh was consuming her body and soul. With a ragged cry and a gush of fluid, she orgasmed.
The sound was more precious to him than his life.Eagerly he drank up the fluid of her release, lapping at it as if it were his lifeblood. Like the ambrosia of the gods, this fluid revitalized him. Sweeter than the purest honey and more potent than the finest wine, he drank from her well. Her moans of release still echoing in his mind, he felt she was ready now. Kissing her lips again, he wondered if she tasted her own pleasure clinging to his lips. He removed his clothing in no time, matching the grace of his undressing with the grace of all that had taken place before it. Now, as nude as she, he reached out his arms. He embraced his angel, pulling her close and positioning her beneath him. Sensing that her time had come, his angel began to tremble. He soothed her with soft-spoken words and eased his throbbing member inside her. Slowly, he penetrated the tightness of her virgin opening, sharply intaking his breath to keep from orgasming at the mere thought of attaining what he�d sought for so long.
Inch by inch, he moved into her, kissing her neck and lips and massaging her breasts. He heard her moan of pain and felt the lining tear and knew her innocence was lost to him forever. Almost weeping in gratitude and feeling so blessed, he held her for the longest time. Staying within her, he cradled her face again and kissed her. �Merci, mon ange. Merci ma celeste, je t�adore.� He began to move, only slightly, withdrawing and moving back in only an inch, letting the pain subside into pleasure. Her whimpers grew quieter and quieter until they were finally replaced with cries of ecstasy. He began to move more, withdrawing more only to replace it immediately within her, allowing for full strokes but never leaving her feeling empty or wanting. A bliss such as he�d never known was building inside his loins, fueled by the divine creature underneath him. Sweat began to drip as his efforts began to show. She pulled him close, tears falling from her eyes and staining her cheeks.