"I don't care" She purred back at me, whispering in my ear.
After saying that, I grew bolder, and ran my hands down her smooth sides, waist, and backside. I let them wander farther down, and just tugged a bit at the hem of her dress. She answered by slowly licking my ear again. "It's okay."
I ran my hands up her creamy thighs again, and felt incredible warmth. And lacy underwear. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she shuddered and bit my ear softly.
Her own hands were working at my belt buckle. I found the top of her panties, and began slowly sliding them down. She raised her hips to help, and then took hold of my zipper. I felt it buzz as it went down, and then I felt her hand massaging my growing arousal. The sensation was amazing. My whole body felt rigid, but ready to go when she gave the word.
Her underwear were at her ankles now, and she kicked them off onto the floor. I ran my hand up her legs again, slowly stroking my way to the top. I went under her dress, and further up until I felt her warmth again. I took hold of the hem of her dress and began pulling it up her belly, chest and she moved so I could take it over head.
She was wearing a strapless bra, and she sat up and allowed me to take it off. I slipped it off after unhooking it and she embraced me. I could feel her breasts against my chest. They were immaculate. Firm, yet soft and warm.
I put my hands on her shoulders, and held her out at arm's length. She had crossed her arms in front of her chest to hide her nakedness, and was blushing.
"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts? It's okay if you are." She looked up at me and smiled weakly.
"No. I am alright. I'm just nervous that you would not find me pretty once I took my clothes off."
"No. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known." That wasn't a lie. She was different from every other girl. There was something about her that made every second I spent with her magical.
She slowly let her hand drop from her chest, and revealed herself fully to me. She was sculpted from a pale marble, and my breath caught in my throat. She leaned toward me, and began pulling on the waist of my pants. I stood up so she could remove them, and stepped out of my socks.
She looked up at my face while she gingerly slipped her finger beneath the waistband of my boxers. She found me harder than ever, and gasped a little when she touched it. It was the first time she had touched or seen one on a grown man.
My boxers slipped off onto the floor and I stood before her, naked. She took my hand and pulled me down onto the bed again, with me on top. I kissed her deep, and she answered with a powerful embrace. She let out a few muffled moans, and whispered, "I love you." in my ear.
I let my hand slide down her beautiful body, tracing a line with my fingers. I crossed her belly and soon was at her soft mound. She kept herself smooth all over, apparently. I let my hand go further down, and she slowly parted her thighs. This time it was warm and moist. My fingers just brushed against her lips, and she shuddered; her hand clamping down on my throbbing hardness.
I cupped her, and slipped a finger inside. She squeezed me tightly against her body, and moaned into my ear. I began working my finger in and out gently, and she seemed to to be clamping down on it. She was slick inside, and warm. It felt velvety soft, and by the way she began grinding her hips in time with my hand, she was enjoying the new feeling.
She had let up on stroking me while I was fingering her. I was okay with that, though; bringing her this much pleasure was all cared about. I stopped for just a second, and she pleaded with me.
"Please."
That was all she needed to say.