Only Vespyr could make me feel this way.
I had other girls touch me before, even give me blowjobs, but they never made me feel anything close to what Vespyr was by just wrapping her hand around my dick.
Kissing her was different too.
The forbidden nature of it was making everything more intense, leaving me wanting to taste more of her.
“Like this?” she asked in a sweet voice, almost sounding as if she was teasing me.
She wasn’t as innocent as she led on to be, she just had to realize it herself before her true self would come out.
Those dreams wouldn’t have occurred otherwise.
Her mind was as sick as mine, and that’s why we were meant to be together.
“Harder,” I told her, feeling her grip tighten around my shaft.
With my hands on her cheeks, I tilted her head back against the tree to get better access to her throat, kissing her skin and nibbling on it.
I could already feel the tension inside of me grow, but the biting cold around us was making it hard for me to focus on her hand.
“Don’t stop, sweet girl. I want you to make me come.”
I dropped my left hand to her pussy, circling her clit through the thickness of her pants and tights which were keeping her warm, yet she felt my fingers at that sensitive spot.
“Oh, Fen!” she moaned, pushing her hips against my hand, needing more.
I could give her more, so I pushed my hand into her pants and tights, rubbing my fingers against her panties for a while before pulling them aside.
“You’re mine, Vespyr. You’ve always been mine.”
Her moans got louder with each stroke of her hand along my dick, and the jolts kept coming as I tried to focus on everything other than the cold.
I masturbated enough in the wild, no matter the temperature, but doing it out here in the snow was a different thing.
“This pussy is mine. I wanna make you come and taste you all over my tongue.”
“You already did,” she breathed. “You made me come before. In one of my dreams,” she added, making my body tense.
“I don’t fucking need it to happen in your dreams. I wanna make it reality,” I told her, rubbing my fingers faster and feeling her wetness on my skin.
Her hand moved faster, squeezing my dick tighter as my hardness jolted.
“Don’t stop. Fuck, sweet girl…make me come,” I urged.
“Kiss me,” she breathed, and I quickly gripped her throat again to press my lips onto hers.
I loved being in control, but I didn’t mind her being the one telling me what to do in that moment.
“FUUUCK!” I groaned against her lips, feeling an orgasm slowly creeping up on me.
I leaned back, staring down at her hand and letting the orgasm wash over me while my cum shot out onto her hand and coat, making it dirty.
But that was the least of my worries.
I held my breath as choking sounds came from my chest, and as I kept my eyes open to look at her face while I came, I could see the pleasure I was causing her to feel with my fingers still playing with her clit.
I wanted her to feel the same way I was feeling.
“Come for me, Ves. Let me hear you moan my name,” I encouraged, her eyes slowly closing as I moved my fingers faster.
“Oh!” Her hips moved in circular motions, eager to feel an orgasm.
Her hand was still on my shaft, and with the little strength she had left, she continued to rub my dick and brush her thumb over my sensitive tip.
“Come,” I ordered, and after circling her clit a few more times, she exploded with pleasure.
“Fen!” she cried, gripping my arms to hold herself up.
“Just like that, sweet girl. From now on, I want us to come together. Every damn time,” I told her.
We both took our time to calm down until our breathing slowed.
“No words to Papa about this,” I warned, cupping both her cheeks again and turning her head to look at me.
Her hand was still on my dick, gently stroking it.
“I won’t say a word,” she promised with a smile, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead before putting my lips on hers again.
Papa would kill me if he’d ever find out about this, but my love for Vespyr grew with each second I spent with her, and for as long as Papa was still with us, I couldn’t let my heart become hers.
No matter how much I wanted it to belong to her completely.
“I love you, Vespyr, but we’ll have to keep our love hidden. You understand that, right?”
“I understand. I love you too, Fen. Always have.”
I smiled at her and pulled both her arms up so she’d wrap them around my shoulders, and I hugged her, pressing myself against her tightly.
“And are you happy? I don’t want you to think what we did is wrong.”
“It’s not? I mean…it sure isn’t right,” she whispered against my chest.
I let out a sigh and cupped the back of her head to make her gaze up at me.
“Society thinks it’s wrong, but out here, we create our own rules.”
She studied my face closely, letting my words sink in. Then she nodded. “We make our own rules,” she agreed confidently.
Grinning, I pressed one more kiss to her lips before pulling up my pants and adjusting my coat.
“Let’s go back to camp. Papa’s waiting on us.”
With our fingers interlocked we continued to walk through the snowy forest, seeing animals along the way but not shooting them as we were still too far away to drag a deer up to camp.
Also, we had enough food for now, and before leaving to go visit Mama, we would have to eat everything we shot.
Having Papa around bothered me more than it did before Vespyr came, but there was no way of getting rid of him.
There sure is a way. Like shooting him. You just have to grow the balls to go through with it, fucker.
18
December
It was finally time to drive back to Mama’s and to spend Christmas with her.
I was insanely excited, waking Fennec up each morning to tell him that we were one day closer to getting to see Mama again.
Just like this morning, I had to tell him that it was time.
I shook him, grinning down at him as he rubbed his eyes.
“We’re going home today!” I exclaimed, sitting onto his lap so it would be harder for him to push me away like he did most mornings.
Ever since what happened that day as we walked back from Jason’s, we had been cuddling at night, kissing up here where Papa wouldn’t see us or walk out into the forest to be alone and do all the things we liked doing.
We hadn’t gone too far yet, but I knew the day would soon come.
“This camp is your home, Ves. It’s too early to be awake. Go back to sleep,” he groaned, covering his face with one hand.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm away to see his face again, then I leaned in to kiss his forehead.
“But we have to leave soon. Jason’s waiting on us,” I told him, leaning over him with both my hands propped next to his head.
His hair got longer, and each lock stuck up in a different direction.
“It’s probably not even eight. We got enough time, Ves.”
“Still. We have to help Papa clean up before we leave. Come on.”