My nipples harden at his touch as he massages them, touches me. He begins to play with my breasts. It makes me feel sexy, beautiful. And I tell him so.
"Good," he tells me, "because you are fucking gorgeous."
"Yeah?" I ask shyly.
"How do you not know that?"
"I never thought of it like that is all."
"It's hard to believe," he tells me, his mouth lowering, kissing my belly and then my belly button, and I giggle. He unbuttons the top of my jeans. "Is that okay?" he asks.
"Please," I say. "I need you to kiss me everywhere, to kiss me there."
His eyes find mine. "You sure, baby?"
I nod. "I want this. I want you." I run my hands through his hair.
"I want you too," he says. His voice is low and gravelly, and there is a depth to it, to us, to this moment. It's not just fooling around on a picnic blanket. It's exploring one another for the first time. It's finding out what one another needs. And I need him. I need his mouth, there, on me, pressed against my core.
He begins to unzip my jeans and ease them past my hips, and I don't care that he sees the stretch marks on my skin or my thighs in all their glory. In fact, he seems to like my skin. He runs his hands over my thighs, spreading them apart. And I might be nervous about this public display of affection, but we're not in public. We're all alone.
We are in the most beautiful place in the world, and it makes me think that this is exactly how every girl's first time should be. In this idyllic slice of paradise out in the country where there are blue skies and willow tree branches swaying overhead, where there's a lake that's calm and serene, where there's a man touching her, really touching her.
"Oh God," I moan. I bite my lip. "Oh God, Ledger. That feels really... Oh God." I feel my back arch as he eases my knees apart. His mouth lowers ever so slightly. He breathes hot air against my pussy, and I'm wet in ways I've never been before. "Oh God," I say again, lifting my head, feeling naked and vulnerable for the first time all day. "Is this too much? Am I too much?"
"No, baby," he says, "you're perfect. You taste sweeter than I thought. You taste... Fuck, you're perfect. Just relax. Pretend you're on that horse again. Remember how your shoulders sank and you gave in?"
I nod, remembering. I think about our kiss. I think about how good it felt to be with him on that trail, Ledger and me and oh God, I feel a tingling at my core. I feel his mouth on my pussy, his tongue inside of me, and it feels so good. I moan.
My toes, they curl. I feel alive and I feel like I'm his and I feel on fire. I feel a hundred miraculous things all at once. He begins to lick me up and down in ways that I am not at all prepared for.
"Does that feel good?" he asks me, but he knows the question is ridiculous. And he doesn't need to ask because I'm wet and juicy. And he's licking it all up.
He adds one finger and then another, and he's making me come hard against his hand. "Oh, baby," he says, "you're so fucking wet."
I moan as he touches me, as he caresses me, and I'm coming hard. "Oh God, Ledger," I moan. I reach for his hand, squeezing it tight. His fingers lace with mine and I come for him, for myself.
I exhale, my body electric, my knees shaking, a smile spread across my face so damn wide. "Oh my God," I whimper, trying to catch my breath, but it's impossible.
I drag that boy to me. I kiss him hard. He tastes like me. I kiss him again, then I shove him onto his back.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Well, it's not fair," I tell him.
"What's not?" he asks.
"You got to taste me. Shouldn't I get to taste my cowboy too?"
7
Ledger
The girl has no fucking clue what she's done to me. She came hard against my mouth, against my hand more than once. I don't think she realizes how good she is at having an orgasm, but fuck, she's incredible.
Her body is all curves, all gorgeous skin, tits and ass that go on for days, and fuck, I'm head over heels for this woman. I can't let her go. I don't care where she's from, what big fancy city she plans on returning to, because this woman, she's mine. I don't think she quite understands the extent of that commitment, but I'm a goner. And now she's fucking kneeling in front of me, unzipping my jeans with plans. Plans to suck me off.