His will be done.
He slipped the straps off of my shoulders, again allowing his hands to touch as much of my skin as possible in the process.
My gaze drifted down to the goddess's hips, so curvy, so firm and plump at the same time.
My bra joined my blouse and skirt on the floor. I felt a rush of fluid from my pussy leaking onto my panties as his hands came around my sides just under my arms and slid just under my breasts.
I moaned involuntarily, wanting so badly for him to touch my nipples that I couldn't contain the pleading whimper that followed.
His low chuckle sounded in my air, his breath kissing my bare neck and sending another shiver down my body.
He slid his hands slowly up the round underside of my breasts and squeezed gently, still not touching my nipples at all.
In my ear he whispered, "Beg me, darling."
"Please, I need it," I responded immediately.
"What do you need?" he asked.
"I need you to play with my nipples," I answered.
"How should I play with them?" he inquired.
"Pinch them, lick them, suck them, bite them," my voice answered in a pleading tone that I barely recognized.
He smiled against my neck; I could feel it. Then he stepped forward, pressing his entire body against mine. I looked down to see his hands cupping my breasts and he took one hand from them and placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face back towards the painting.
He may have been in his forties, but his body was firm and strong.
I looked into the half-closed eyes of my Brazilian woman and he slowly closed his fingers over my nipples.
A rush of cum soaked my panties even further and a loud sound of pleasure sang out from my lips.
He pinched my nipples and pulled at them gently for a few moments then he slid his body around to my side and picked me up in his arms. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled at me, his lips soft and his eyes raging with something I can't describe.
He carried me behind a curtain to his studio bed and laid me gently down on the soft red surface of the blanket that covered it.
He stood next to the bed, staring down into my eyes as he removed his own shirt and tossed it aside. Next he leaned down to slide his fingers under the top of my panties and slid them off in one smooth motion. I was naked under his gaze and my breaths came more deeply and more quickly.
He climbed on the bed next to me and leaned over me, staring into my eyes as he bent down. His tongue came out and moved slowly toward my nipple - finally touching the tip of it gently just before he sucked it into his mouth.
I cried out again, cuming instantly on his blanket.
One of his hands came up to pinch and play with my other breast as he sucked and nibbled on my tit. He was still wearing his jeans, but the head of his cock was starting to peak over the waist of the fabric.
I started to move my hand down to rub him, but he caught my wrist with his hand and squeezed it hard.
He lifted his head and said sternly, "Not without my permission."
He moved my arm to my side and gently released my wrist, running his hand back up my side to continue playing with my breast.
After a few moments more, he rolled away from, lying on his back. He reached down to unbutton his jeans, then slid them off of his body. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, swallow his cock with my throat, but I didn't dare disobey his warning.
By this time my pussy was steadily leaking cum and I felt like a volatile volcano ready to go off at any moment.
When he was naked beside me, my eyes drank in the sight of him greedily. His mature body was somehow more masculine and more awe-inspiring than the bodies of the guys my age. I wanted him inside of me, but he just turned to his side and propped his head up with his hand and watched me watching him.
His cock was rock hard and uncut, pointing proudly towards my naked body. I almost lost the ability to think straight with the words "inside me" playing over and over in my head like a broken record.
I looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Please."
"What do you need, Princes