Crave Her Curves

“You can have it right here.” Keeping her pressed to the tree, I place one hand above her head, and with the other, I grip her ass. “You want it?”

“But people could hear.”

“Only if you don’t be quiet. What do you say, dirty girl? You want a little adventure?”

“Yes.”

“Then take out my dick. I’ll give you what you need.”

She reached between us, loosening my jeans and taking out my cock. I’m so hard, and she scores my length against the pinch of the zipper. Letting out a hiss, I muffle the sound against her neck. Her actions are still so inexperienced. Where some men might be pissed, I love it. She’s all mine, and I’ll teach her everything she needs to know.

“You better not be wearing any panties.”

“I’m not.”

I went through her suitcases and threw them all in the trash. I have a couple of pairs stored away for that time of the month. If I get my way, however, I want her knocked up. I wanted her bound to me in every single way that counts.

Kid.

Marriage.

Mine.

Plain and simple.

To some, I’m an asshole for doing this, but I’m the best man for Ava. I know what she needs. I’ve seen people hurt her one too many times, and I couldn’t do anything about it. This time, I’m going to do everything in my power for her to be happy.

I tug her skirt up so there’s nothing between us.

“Put me inside you.”

She places my cock at her entrance. Her hand shakes a little, and I wait, patiently. Pre-cum is already leaking out of the tip.

When I’m an inch inside her, I slam forward and press my palm against her mouth to contain the scream as I fill her tight cunt.

Licking her pulse against her neck, I slowly rock in and out of her, taking more of her. In the distance I hear the sound of walking groups.

Ava’s eyes go wide, but I don’t stop. I keep on fucking her.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper to her.

She shakes her head, and my grip on her ass tightens so she has no choice but to do as I ask.

She gives in, moving those fingers against her clit, and I feel her pussy tighten around my length.

Pulling out, I slide back inside. Over and over, I fuck her, making her have all of me even as people pass us. I don’t stop. She’s so close. The flutters of her pussy nearly send me over the edge, but I don’t give in. I wait.

Only when she finds release, and the sounds of her orgasm are muffled by my hand, do I find mine. When I do, I fill her pussy and can’t stop. The pleasure is so intense, and I need more of her.

I’m hungry for her.

One lifetime will never be enough. Not for me. Not when it comes to Ava.

****

Ava

I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been here. Sitting on the sofa, I watch Mitch in the kitchen. He’s making us up a stir-fry, and my thoughts are all a mess. We’ve been here forever, and yet, I don’t want to leave.

What if leaving here, I have to go back home? Back to my mundane life of always wondering what it would be like with him. Now, I know, and can I go back to pretending not to want it? I love every waking and sleeping moment. From the moment I open my eyes and feel him surround me, I feel safe, happy, contented. I don’t want to be with anyone else.

He is all I want.

All I need.

“Good book?” he asks.

“I’m not really reading it.” I’ve not done a whole lot of reading since I arrived here. I love this cabin. I love my time with Mitch.

I love … Mitch.

It’s not a big shock to me. I knew he meant something to me long before this revelation. I just didn’t realize how much.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, moving around the kitchen counter to capture my face before giving me a kiss.

What is wrong with me? I’m scared of losing him?

I don’t want to be alone, and I know if we leave here, there’s a risk of that. It’s so strong, I can feel my heart breaking. It’s so acute, so sharp, so everything.

Mitch smells like peppers and onions.

“Shoot, I don’t want to burn the food.”

He kisses the top of my head before walking away. I watch him as he finishes splashing in some soy sauce and a little honey before working the noodles and vegetables together by tossing the ingredients. He looks very chef-y as he does this. He serves us both up in two bowls, with chopsticks to eat with.

We don’t sit at the kitchen counter but take our food into the sitting room. Staring across the room, I’m very much aware of him beside me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his legs. It’s not a big thing, but they remind me of how he feels as he slides inside me, his thighs keeping mine spread open, taking him. The memory brings an instant pool of heat in my groin.