Teaches him to kiss

“Close your eyes, darling,” she said. Martin obeyed, and and felt her soft, warm hands running up and down his torso.

“You’re so handsome,” she said, “When you get older, you might muscle up a little more… But right now you’re perfect.”

Laying there, feeling the soft pillow under his head, it occurred to Martin that he was no longer cold. His body felt as if there were a fire inside of it and it was filling with hot air. His chest rose and fell as he breathed softly.

“Just relax,” said Brunhilda. Martin couldn’t relax, so he just lay there with his face flushed. He could hear the wood in the bed creak as she leaned down, and then finally, her full, soft lips covering his mouth. She eased his mouth open with her lips and slipped her tongue into him, exploring his mouth. He moaned softly into the kiss as she lay on top of him, pinning him down. Her breasts felt so nice against him. He hands rubbed him up and down, and finally pinned his wrists. He pressed his body into her, arching his back, doing anything to feel skin-on-skin contact. She had him pinned in place and continued to kiss him deeply. As she tongued his mouth, he squirmed his little hips around in pleasure. After a few minutes, he timidly began to push back against her tongue with his own and they had a little mouth wrestling match, which she won handily. When she released his mouth finally, he gasped for air, then craned his neck up, vainly trying to kiss her again. Instead, he felt her finger against his lips.

“Not yet, you dirty boy,” she purred, “You still need to learn.”

He made a frustrated noise.

“Let your mouth be just a little open. Now we’re just gonna brush our lips together.”

He obeyed, and they did that for a while. Their mouths worked in unison, opening and closing, moving their heads at odd angles and brushing every inch of their wet lips together. The warm, moist feeling was almost electrical to him. She released his wrists and took his face tenderly in her hands. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw and gently rubbed his scalp through his hair.

He had not masturbated in several months, because he had taken his vows seriously. But now he felt one hand creeping toward his dick, as if the hand had a mind of its own. But before he could get there, Brunhilda pinned his hand with one of her own, releasing his face and going back to pinning his wrists.

“Martin,” she said in a soft but commanding and husky voice, “Hands behind your back.”

He groaned softly and complied. She didn’t tie his hands behind his back again. She didn’t need to.

“Please,” he said.

“Please what?” she replied coyly.

“Please, I, I need…” he groaned.

“What do you need?” she asked.

“Please!” he said, half-delirious. His cock was harder than it had ever been. It was aching and throbbing so hard he could feel his heartbeat in it.

“Do you want me to touch you there?” she said.

“Yes, please,” he said.

“Then ask nicely,” she said, punctuating her command by tapping him on the tip of the nose.

“Please touch me there,” he said hoarsely. His hips were bucking now, thrusting his hardon into the air in desperation.

“Touch you where?” she said, dragging her nails down the front of his body just on the threshold of pain, leaving pink marks. As she did so, he gasped and pushed his hips into the air, then collapsed and whimpered.

“Please touch my dick!” he nearly yelled.

“Quiet! We don’t want anyone to hear us, you know,” she said, putting her finger to his lips. He made a frustrated squeaking sound in his throat. Her finger went from his lips to his chin and then his neck, tracing down his narrow chest, over his flat belly, and stopped just short of his erection. It lingered there for a while, gently tickling his tummy. She began to kiss him again, passionately this time. Her mouth closed over his again and again. She bit his lip and pulled it between her teeth. She kissed his neck and tongued the sensitive spot just under his jaw, making him moan and writhe. She placed one hand on top of his head while the other still rested on his belly and kissed him deeply. He didn’t even beg now. He just allowed it to happen, his toes curling whenever he felt her tongue on him again.