Page 44 of His Little Ametrine
Papi spins around from where he stands at the counter in the kitchen area. He drops whatever was in his hands and rushes toward me. “Sara!”
I hold out my hands to keep my balance, swaying just a bit but managing not to fall on my face or my ass. “I’ve got it, Papi! I’m doing it!”
He stops short of sweeping me off the floor, which I can tell was his initial intention. Instead he squats down a few feet from me, wearing a broad smile, and holds out his hands.
I feel like an actual babe taking my first steps. I can’t possibly remember what it was like since I was probably ten months old, but I bet it was much like this. Regaining my strength after six months in stasis is no joke.
I wobble a bit, making Papi wince, but I take four more steps to get to him, and then I’m in his arms.
Papi lifts me off my feet and swings me through the air in a circle until I’m dizzy and giggling harder. “You did it.” He kisses all over my face before finally holding me so my naked chest is against his, my breasts pressing into his pecs.
Every time he flattens us together front-to-front like this, my skin tingles all over. I’m giddy, and he’s beaming.
My goal was to walk as soon as possible for one simple reason—I knew Papi wouldn’t have sex with me until I could do so. He has given me numerous orgasms with his fingers and his mouth, but I long to have him inside me. His cock, not his tongue or his fingers. Those are nice, too, but I want the real deal. I want to feel as close to him as I did that night. I crave it like water in a desert.
“Will you have sex with me now?” I ask boldly.
Papi chuckles. “Now? This second?”
I nod. “You said if I walked…”
His laughter fills the room as he nuzzles my neck and kisses behind my ear. A second later, he pierces the sensitive spot behind my ear, driving my arousal higher than it’s been in days.
Papi hasn’t nicked me like that for several days. He didn’t want to tempt me or tease me, but apparently all bets are off now. He carries me from the room and into his bedroom where he gently lowers me onto the middle of the mattress on his enormous bed.
Without a word, he removes my diaper and stares down at me while he grabs a cloth from the nightstand. I whimper while he takes his time wiping my skin before dropping his lips to my nipple and nicking me again.
I moan and arch my chest, grabbing his biceps with both hands.
Papi shifts his attention to my other breast and nicks that nipple, too, before kissing a path down my tummy until he’s lying on his chest between my legs. He spreads them wide with his huge palms, flicks his tongue over my clit, and pierces me yet again on the swollen nub.
I cry out. I was already horny. Now I’m off the charts. And Papi doesn’t stop. He sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves, traps it with his teeth, and pricks it again.
This time, I writhe and push at his shoulders. “Papi…” I need him, but I don’t need his quill to make that feeling stronger. I’m desperate. It seems like it’s been a year since we had sex the one time. For me, it’s only been ten days, but it seems like longer. A lot has happened in those ten days.
I’m living on another planet in an alternate universe. I’m sex-craved all the time.
Papi won’t release my clit. He sucks it and flicks it and drags his teeth over the tip. And then he pierces it yet again in another spot.
I cry out. “Papi!”
He finally relents and lifts his head. He blows on the wet swollen nub before meeting my gaze.
My clit is pulsing. I’m panting and unable to focus.
“You wanted to know what it would feel like to have your clit pierced,” he says as he rises onto his knees and shrugs out of his pants.
As soon as he’s gloriously naked, his cock bobbing in front of me, I’m reminded just how huge he is. How did I ever take that monster cock inside me the first time? Even though I remember it well, and ten days wouldn’t be that long, for my body, it’s been six months since he was inside me. It’s going to stretch and hurt all over again.
Papi drops down onto his hands and knees, hovering over me. “I love your scent when you’re so horny you’re about to self-combust.”
I buck and arch and grab at his waist, his forearms, his biceps. “Please.” I’m so wet that my arousal is running out of me. My pussy is clenching, grasping at nothing.
Papi drops down between my legs. He doesn’t need to use his hand to line himself up with my channel. His cock does it on its own as though it knows exactly where it belongs.
Papi thrusts into me, filling me all at once. The stretch is too much, and it takes my breath away. My eyes roll back as I try to regain my focus. I know the twinge of pain will subside quickly like it did the first time. I also know I’ll never feel this again because we’ll never go six months without having sex again. At this moment, I’m not sure we’ll ever go six hours.
I grip Papi’s biceps, which is always awkward since my hands are so tiny and his arms are bigger than my thighs. Much bigger. I can’t wrap my hands even partway around his firm muscular arms.
