"More," I breathe to him, and he doesn’t wait for another instruction. He pushes the rest of himself inside of me, filling me up to the brim, and I cry out, the sound whipped away by the rush of the water outside.
I grasp his shoulders tightly as he holds himself inside of me, letting me get used to the feeling of his cock buried all the way into me.
And then, finally, slowly, he starts to move.
I am surprised at how easy it seems for my body to take this man. I am surprised by how good it feels to have him thrust into me – he goes slow, as though he is savoring every second that he has with me. His mouth finds my shoulder, my neck, and then my mouth again, the two of us kissing deeply as he moves inside of me. My hips lift, grinding back against him, loving every moment of his body against mine. My ankles tighten behind his back, pulling him in deep, needing more, needing anything and everything that he can give me.
"You feel perfect," he breathes in my ear, and I can only moan in response. I wish I could tell him that he feels incredible, too – that he is everything that I have always wanted, all the things that I have dreamed of ever since I imagined losing my virginity to someone. But all I can do is hold onto him tight and move back against him, greet him with the same want that he greets me with and hope that I am telling him everything that he needs to know.
With every thrust inside of me, it’s like he is stirring something, something that lives deep within me, something that I didn’t even know existed until the moment that I laid eyes on him. It is not as though I have much practice with orgasming, but I don’t need much, not when I am with him. My body aches for him, aching as it tenses, as it draws closer and closer to what I need – to that release that feels as though it’s driving me full-blown crazy. I gasp and hang onto him tight as I feel it hit me, the flood of the orgasm, the release that I need so badly.
When it bursts, I freeze, feeling him as he continues to move inside of me, moving against my clenching pussy, hanging onto him like he is the only thing in the world that actually exists. My skin explodes with sensation, each nerve-ending lighting up at once to light his way to me – a few moments later, I feel him still, and then his cock twitches inside of me and he floods me with the warmth of his seed.
And I hold him close, not wanting to lose a moment of this. I need to remember every second of this, the first time that I have ever been with him, with anyone. I swore that I was going to save myself for someone special – and, now that I have met him, I am sure that he is just that. The person I have been waiting for.
Chapter Nine
Cliff
We walk, hand-in-hand, back to the cabin, and I wonder if she’s feeling half of what I am right now.
I can’t stop thinking about what we shared back down at the cave. It has been a long time since I have been with someone like that, and it has never felt as good as it did with Harper.
"Are you okay?" I ask her, and she smiles at me, a little shyly, clearly not wanting to give away too much. She nods.
"It was a beautiful walk," she replies coyly, and I grin. There’s so much I want to ask her, but I don’t even know where to start. As long as she is here with me, that’s the best I can hope for. And I am going to enjoy every second of it.
She doesn’t even mention going back to her cabin; I take her back to my place, put some water in the kettle on the stove so we can have some tea to warm up. Harper watches as I move around my kitchen.
"You’ve been alone here for a long time, haven’t you?" she asks me suddenly. I glance over my shoulder.
"How did you know?”
"Just the way you carry yourself," she replies with a shrug. "You look like someone who hasn’t had to worry about someone else watching them for a long time."
"Is that your way of saying that I look dumb?" I ask her, and she laughs and shakes her head.
"No, not at all," she replies. "I like it. You don’t let anyone else bother you. I think that’s wonderful."
I return to sit beside her on my small couch, hand her a cup of the tea that I have just made – I usually spike mine with whiskey, but I am playing at being good, at least for now. Not that she seems to be too worried about seeming like the perfect little preacher’s girl.
"Do you like it?" she asks me.
"Like what?"
"Being alone here," she replies. "Do you like the quiet?"
"Mostly," I reply. "But sometimes I could use some company."
"You came all the way out here to avoid being stuck with people and ended up saddled with me," she remarks, lightly. "That doesn’t seem fair..."
"Hey, I think you’re the one who got stuck with me," I point out, sliding an arm over the back of the couch to brush a hand over her shoulders. She shivers when I touch her – I like that I have this effect on her. The way she reacts to me, it’s hot as hell – and endearing to boot. I never want her to get tired of my touch.
"I feel like I found you," she murmurs back, her eyes softening as she looks up at me.
Fuck, when she looks at me like that, it’s hard to focus on anything else – hard to think straight. It’s not just lust, though that’s a part of it. There is something else here, too. Something more solid underneath the desire.
"What we did back in that cave," she tells me, quietly. "I’ve never done that with anyone before. And I..."
She trails off, looks up at me, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine. I know that there is so much she wants to say right now, but she’s not quite sure how to say it. So I decide to take the words out of her mouth, and I lean down to plant a kiss on her lips, brushing my mouth against hers softly.
And as soon as our lips meet, I feel the urgent desire getting the better of me once more. I wrap my arms around her, pull her onto my lap, kiss her hard, the need rising up in me again. I don’t want to hold back. I don’t want to hide it. I just... want her.
I lift her from the couch, her legs wrapped around my waist, and the two of us head through to my bedroom, our lips not leaving each other’s for a second. I lay her down on the bed and she pulls me on top of her like she is starving for me. Our tongues crash together and before I know it the two of us are undressing all over again.
Our legs tangle as soon as we are naked. I am already hard – already craving being inside of her. She reaches down between my legs, pulls me towards her, so that my head is planted right at her entrance.
"Please," she mewls, the need in her voice so hot to me that I can barely take it. But I have other ideas – other plans. And I intend to make the very most of them that I can.
I flip her over, so that she is on all fours, and line myself back up against her. She barely has time to arrange herself again before I plunge back into her, thrusting deep inside of her, grabbing her hips to pull her back against me like it is the only thing on earth that I need right now. She groans, tips her head back, lets out a cry of pleasure.
I run my hand up her back and wind my fingers around her hair so that I can pull her back onto me, hard and fast.
This isn’t like it was back in the cave, when we had been slow and tender and careful. No, the sounds she is making now tell me without a shadow of a doubt that she wants this rough and hard and constant, that she needs to feel me move inside of her as hard as I can. Her pink pussy is tight around my cock, spreading to take as much of me as she can at once.