As you wish...

When he hears the words, "Can we do that again? Pretty please?" the smile that lights up his face could rival the very sun.

He doesn't say anything. Instead, Kiril acts on her plea. Grasping her firmly, he rolls them both over. Smiling even brighter than before at the widening of her eyes, he thrusts his still very erect, very hard self forward, impaling himself inside her hot wetness. Not harshly, but firmly.

Making sure to leave his left arm under her slight, but, oh, so firm, body, keeping her back arched, and thereby causing her breasts to be thrust higher, he sets a steady rhythm, Increasing the pace with an ever increasing tempo.

Then he says in her ear, "Lift your legs up," and his right hand slides from her hip, down her leg to her calf. Lifting the leg, he wraps it around his waist. As she understands, and joins her other leg, crossing her ankles instinctively, he drives even deeper, filling her completely with each thrust. In addition, he makes sure
to have his chest, slide over her upturned breasts, keeping the nipples stimulated. Not continuously, as that could irritate instead, but occasionally.

Seeing her hyperventilating, and the flushing of her face and neck, the spasms around his engorged manhood, he realizes she is about there again, and he loosens his own control, just to be one with her. As they climax together, moaning into each other's now lip-locked mouths, Kiril manages to murmur, “Mela en' coiamin" (Love of my life). Collapsing on top of her, he rolls himself to her side, nuzzling her neck and ear, teasing her with kisses, mere flicks of his tongue, and little nips and sucks to her earlobe.

As she starts to squirm again, he raises himself on his elbow, looking down at her. His other hand meanwhile is trailing his fingertips over her stomach and breasts, before finally sliding down, all the way down, until his calloused fingers are teasing, then gently sliding between her legs.

Unconsciously Spring opens herself to the pleasant sensations. A smile crosses Kiril's face, and before Spring knows what he is doing, he has moved himself to a kneeling position between her legs.

At her questioning look, and the, “Wha,” that she starts to say, “It is time for you to receive the same service that you had previously been tricked into doing. But I am not tricked, and I will show you pleasure upon pleasure. I promise! And I think, hope, you will be able to understand the difference between the act when not understanding, and when it is a conscious act of Love.”

Not seeing or hearing anything negative from her, he reaches his right hand out to her left leg, and moves his hand down her flank until he grasps her delicate foot, lifting the foot, bending the shapely leg,he brings her foot around until its before his face.


Holding her foot in both hands, he wets his lips with his tongue, never taking his eyes from hers, he then puckers his lips and kisses the arch of her foot, with a bit of tongue added in.

Hearing the gasp escape from her, he continues. Over the next couple of minutes, he slowly kisses, licks, and sometimes lightly nips her flesh, from her foot, down the back and inside of her calf, then, behind her knee, down the back and inside of her thigh. Finally, he is outside of her long sought for pleasure center. Now his hands are once more massaging and probing as he traces his lips and tongue around and over her clitoris. His teeth, not to be left out of the feast, lightly tease her too.

Seeing that he is having trouble holding Spring's thrashing, twisting body, even with his not inconsiderable strength. And as far as not waking others, her shrieks of pleasure would require a spell of silence to censure at this point. And Kiril, doesn't care about others right now anyway.

No. she is what matters. All that matters.

And seeing. hearing her in the throes of passion has made him hard enough, that he feels as if he will burst. He has never been happier!

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