The second half of her letter.
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My hand continued its quiet journey into her sweater until I was rubbing her breast. Stroking and holding it, listening to her attempts to control her breathing as much as possible for me. I was careful to avoid her nipple. I waited until she was lulled into my rhythm of rubbing and then I grabbed her nipple hard. I enjoyed her cry and her body shaking as I held her. I rolled it around and pinched and held it until I knew I wanted more. I switched my hands shifted her so that I could begin with her other breast. I let her moans die first before I started again. I put my mouth close to her ear and when I started again, so gently, her small moans escaped her mouth. They were the only evidence of her protest. She knew what was coming this time and she was scared. I didn’t care. I wanted her reaction and I wanted to hold her breast tightly and roughly for as long as I needed.
I whispered in her ear, ‘You are mine, and you want this. Do not protest, pull away, or try to stop because it will hurt and I know you don’t that. Release your protest into me. Concentrate on my hand and your breathing and you will get what you want.’ I stopped speaking, continued playing with her breast, found her neck with my mouth. I kissed it, bit it. I sucked and pulled until I made her moan uncontrollably. My hand didn’t want her breast anymore, my teeth did. I laid her on the ground beside me and sucked and bit and tongued her breasts and nipples until they were raw and bruised.
I sat up and kept her in front of me. Her sweater was wide open now. I placed one hand between her breasts firmly, feeling her breath. The other hand danced lightly back and forth between her nipples. Her reaction at this point didn’t matter. I just liked the feel of them, so hot and hard. I didn’t resist my urge to lean down and kiss them gently, making sure to run my tongue across each one. I finally let her sit up.
When she was more steady, I spoke to her, ‘Take off all of your clothes. Yes, all of them. No, you won’t get cold, it is very warm in here just for you. Yes, someone might see you from the window. It is ok, I don’t mind.’
She undressed, uncertain. I warned her then. I was not going to be gentle. I wanted to feel her. I wanted her to feel me – but not without discomfort.
I laid her back down on her back. I whispered in her ear to keep her arms at her sides. I was lying on my side next to her and put my hand over the dark curly hair that covered everything I wanted to touch. Her legs were pressed so tightly together. I told her to separate her legs when she was ready. I told her my hand was ready and warm and would slip between her legs when she started moving. All she had to do is cross the line again. Let go again. Give all of herself to me. I pushed her down and my fingers pushed gently to get inside of her. I kissed her mouth and her sore nipples and her legs began to spread. She gave it up again. I did not disappoint her. I moved her legs apart and dug my fingers into her. Her heat and wetness were overwhelming. I spread her further and rubbed my fingers on her wet clit. Not beside it, but on top with the fat of my fingers. I had no desire to watch her cum before I did. Then I moved and pushed a finger inside…then two…then one again. She was so warm and wet.
I stopped. I gave her no recovery time. I made her stand help me up. It was my turn.
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