My own cock is hard, the tip slick with pre-cum. It’s impossible to not want her.
Her reactions are natural, sweet, and every single part of her is beautiful.
I’m going to rock her entire world, and as I listen to her come, hearing those precious sounds, I know she’s going to love our time in this cabin. Bringing her down from her high, I kiss her neck just as I hear her stomach start to grumble.
“Oh, God, that is so embarrassing.”
“You’re hungry. It’s time for me to feed my girl.” Kissing her again, I move out from beneath her. “Stay here. Rest, relax. Don’t do anything.”
“Mitch, I’m not the only girl in the world to lose her virginity.”
“No, but you’re my girl, and I want you to relax, take it easy, and when I get back, we’re going to talk about some of those fantasies of yours.” I wink at her and see her face turn an even deeper shade of red.
I didn’t pick those romance novels up just for her. I read them myself, and I can’t help but wonder if Ava’s wanting a hero all to herself.
If so, I’m more than happy to oblige.
****
Ava
The following day, I don’t think I can take much more. I’ve had sex once, and already I’m addicted. I want Mitch again. In fact, I don’t want to ever stop wanting him.
Licking my lips, I watch as he dives into the pool. His body is muscular perfection. I don’t even bother trying to hide my admiration.
This man had taken my virginity, and since last night, he’s treated me like a queen, which is fine.
Only … I don’t want to be treated like a queen. For so long he’s been the man starring in many of my fantasies. The man I imagine in place of all the heroes I read about in books. I want him. I crave him.
Does he feel the same way about me?
When we woke up this morning, I felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against my ass, but he disappeared to the bathroom.
Old nerves and insecurities have started to rear their ugly heads, and I hate myself for it. If I say anything, will he put me over his knee and spank me?
Biting my lip, I can’t help but wonder what he’d do to me.
He breaks the surface at the edge of the pool, facing me, and climbs on out.
Yeah, I’ve got a lot of dirty thoughts. Really bad, dirty thoughts. I want him again. My pussy is so wet just thinking about all the things I’ve read and watched. Would it be so hard to take charge?
“I see all those dirty thoughts going on inside your head.”
Tilting my head back, I cover my eyes, trying to hide from the glaring sun. It’s early morning, and it is already fierce.
“What do you mean?”
In answer, he presses his hand between my thighs, and I gasp. The action is so sure, so confident, and it makes me burn even brighter.
“How about we make a deal?”
“What kind of deal?”
“You don’t lie to me, and you keep these clothes off.”
“You want me naked.”
He tugs on my bikini bottoms, and I don’t fight him as the fabric tears. Within a matter of seconds, the bikini is gone, and I’m all naked.
The smile on his lips makes it hard for me to focus on anything else.
“Spread your legs,” he says, stepping back.
Opening my legs wide, I watch him, but his gaze is between my thighs.
“Touch yourself. Stroke your pussy. Let me see you taking care of yourself.”
I’ve played with myself many times, but with Mitch watching me, it feels a million times better, dirtier, and so right.
“Let me see your clit and your cunt. That’s it. Now push two fingers inside yourself. Oh, baby, that’s fucking perfect. So sexy. Keep on pushing inside. Again, do it again.”
It is hard to keep my eyes open as he is determined to make me lose my mind. He pushes down his boxer briefs and starts to stroke himself, going from the base of his cock up to the tip and back down again, drawing back his foreskin to reveal the bulbous tip.
Pre-cum coats his cock, and I want to taste him.
I’ve watched a lot of women sucking on cock, and seeing how magnificent he looks, like an Adonis or something like that, I want to be at his mercy.
“Tell me what you want.”
How does he do that?
“I want to taste you.” My mouth is so dry, and he smiles, stepping forward.
“Good, because I can think of nothing better than having those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”
He presses the tip to my lips, and I open up. Without warning, he slides inside, and I stare up the length of his body as he hits the back of my throat. For a split second, I worry, but he doesn’t give me a chance to panic as he pulls out. The tip slides across my lips, leaving a drop of his pearly white pre-cum.