Roman breaks away from her. After he stops, he plants a closed-mouth kiss on her lips, holding her cheek tenderly with the rough palm of one hand. His...thumb strokes her bottom lip. There is nothing tender about the naked flame in his eyes. Everything she needs to know is written in those smouldering depths. “ …” Rose can’t face the thought of him conjuring up clichés, stolen from midday movies or struggling to find words. “Shhh.” Rose extracts herself. She steps out of his arms, trembling. As always, I ended up getting more than I bargained for. Clearly stung by my accusing him of neglecting me, he made it plain that he intended to sting my right back. In a blink, I was kneeling on the couch with my arms trussed up behind me and tied off to our clever little ceiling hook. I was already excited and I made big, pleading eyes at him, hoping he might just take advantage of a girl in such a helpless situation. But I knew I wouldn't get what I wanted without paying for it, and when he. Yet at the same time it was exciting, a permutation of sex that no one had ever told me about. Slowly, unconsciously, my hand crept into my pajamas. My pubic area already had some of the wispy hair, though I've still never learned what it might be useful for. And it was damp, as if I had peed myself. My fingers found my little clitoris and began to pinch, stroke, rub. Even uncovered I began to feel warm. As I rubbed, I remembered the sight of his penis in Mom's mouth and then began to imagine. He whispered in my ear: Do you like pressure in your tits? Yes, I whispered back, and he held them more firmly, for my pleasure. I felt my nipples harder and harder and my pussy was drooling, so I moved back my left arm, held his cock, and brushed his head against my pussy. When he was almost positioned, I raised my left leg and put his head on the bulls eye: he understood and slowly started the penetration. He knew he had to be slow and careful with his big cock, and so he did: small pushes,.