My back arches and I let out a breath as her mouth finds my thighs, and when she grips my ass I feel like something just electrified my sex, like a little ribbon of lightning is coursing back between my ass and where her tongue comes to rest... my clit's firmed up, peeking just the tiniest bit from my sex and as I look down at that beautiful, creamy-skinned body as she kneels in front of me, I can see my own body-- no belly, small feet on the soft floor, out of focus my breasts like a couple of symmetrical mounds in the butter-tub.  I must be wet, for when her tongue flicks out along my clit I can hear the moisture flicking against her tongue and my sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>The groan I hear is coming from my throat.  I let her continue.  I stroke her hair, tender like I'm dolling her up, then I grip it and steady myself as my breasts bounce lightly with my deep, shuddering gasps.  "Y... yes, that's it..."  I think of how I must taste... I've tasted myself on a girl's mouth before, tasted myself on my fingers.  It's a little like the sweetwater you can sometimes get in the prairie, but that's so hard to find nowadays-- like a little tinge of lavender and honeysuckle in the clean taste of water.  "Just... like you... like."  My mouth works in breaths that are almost crying aloud, that will be soon.  My ass tenses under her fingers and relaxes, and I grind into her mouth's attention.<br/><br/>I let her do this, I encourage her and tease her with gentle tugs, or caresses, in her hair.  She does wonderfully, and it's not long before I start getting close.  I almost think that her first time with a girl, she should be the one coming first.  But somehow this seems right.  Maybe because the goddess taught me to go down before she did for me.  Almost like she wanted to show me I could do it without being controlled.<br/><br/>I control my breath enough to speak, "There's a girl..." and I come.  Not more than a minute after her tongue hits me, fuck if I don't, my body goes tense and I almost fall over.  If she didn't get a good stable base on her knees, I'd have taken us both to the ground, but I've always had balance.  So my skin, though just a tad darker than hers, flushes at my thighs and breasts and face to a dusky pink as the currents wrack my body.  My cries aren't silent any more; the breaths are vocalized with a high, girlish cry of pleasure and surprise and I slick with the climax.  She can feel my muscles clenching, I'm sure, as I press hard into her ministrations, and when I'm done coming I tug her up by her hair.<br/><br/>Goddess, why would I treat her so rough?  Is it because she's just so damn pretty I can't help myself, or is it that maybe I can sense she likes it?  I'd like to think it's the latter, but I really can't be sure how she feels... can I?<br/><br/>"Not bad," I murmur against her skin as I smile my feral, hungry grin, "for a girl who's never done that before..." and I kiss her again, bolder and harder than before and sharing the taste of my sex still on her tongue.  Both hands cup her breasts, then glide around to her flank as my body presses to hers for the fullness of that kiss.  I break it to stoop for her chemise, and I must grin like I'm half crazy as I paint my way down her collar and breast with my tongue.  I pause on my way to encircle her breast with my mouth again, kisses that spiral around the nipple teasingly before my tongue flicks out, ticking the tip and retreating.  When I rise, it's with just the sash of the chemise... just the sash, thin and pretty, delicate cloth, but tough enough against a pull either way to serve what I've got in mind.<br/><br/>My eyes lock with hers, we're so close to the same height, and I press our foreheads together as I meet her gaze.  Her full breasts and mine rub together as I pant softly for breath still.  I want to speak, to tell her that I understand how, sometimes, what we want in the present is sometimes like the thing we had put upon us in the past... because that thing makes us, in a way, and by owning it we own our selves.  But I choose to show her, instead, that I understand.<br/><br/>I gently take her hands and wrap them in the binding, asking her compliance with my eyes, not forcing.  She's been so understanding that I expect she'll continue to be.