I raised my eyebrows. “How so?”
“Because everyone knew you gave me an orgasm during my first time. Apparently that doesn’t happen a lot. In fact, the majority of the girls said they faked it most of the time just to get it over with. How crazy is that?”
“You ever fake it with me…” I threatened.
“What? You’ll spank me? Ooh, I’m so not scared.”
She tugged on my hand and we started walking again.
“This is nice,” she said.
“This is weird,” I corrected her. But I didn’t let go of her hand.
“I know. You’re being so nice to me. Do you want to say something awful just to keep things a little more normal?”
No, I didn’t. It felt like this week was going to be a pause out of real time. When we weren’t who we’d always been, or even who we were going to be in the future. A vacation from ourselves. So I wasn’t going to try to put Ash in any place other than on my hard dick.
“I didn’t come down here for this, Ash. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Healthy. Safe. I wanted to tell you it was okay to come home.”
She nudged my shoulder. “You bought the condoms,” she reminded me.
I had. A precaution? A sense of inevitability? Did I really think I was going to see her and not have her? Maybe I’d deluded myself, but I had to be transparent with her about what this meant.
“This is a week, Ash. A few days out of our regular lives. After it’s over, I go back to school, you go back home, and we move on. Separately.”
“No,” she said, pulling her hand away and moving to stand in front of me. Her wispy, blond hair blew around her face, and I was struck by how beautiful she was. Pale skin that was nearly translucent. I thought the sun would be good for her. Would give her more substance.
I’d once told her I’d fucked hotter girls than her, and I had. But there was no one in my life who was more ethereally beautiful than Ash.
Now, her eyes were sparkling with anger.
“I gave you a pass after you took my virginity. We weren’t in a relationship then, and I’m not going to ask if there was anybody else for you while I was in Switzerland.”
I had no intention of telling her there had been no one. That the thought hadn’t even occurred to me. It was easy to blame on my insane schedule; the reality was no one had held my attention in that way.
“But we’ve started something now. Yes, we’ll need to hide it from my father, but we can do that. You said I was yours. In bed, that’s what you said. You’re mine, too, and I won’t have it any other way.”
I tried to look aggravated with her, even as I shoved my hands into my pockets so I wouldn’t reach for her. “So what? I’m supposed to call you my secret girlfriend? That sounds ludicrous.”
“Sorry, but that’s what I am. Or you can’t have my pussy anymore.”
Her arms were crossed over her chest. Her level of outrage was fucking adorable. “You think I couldn’t seduce you into giving up more of your pussy?”
She shook her head. “Nope. I’m your secret girlfriend. You’re my secret boyfriend. Or nothing.”
I must have signaled my intent, because before I could make my move she started running. Her lungs were still recovering, so I didn’t let her run for long before I swept her off her feet and landed her gently on her back on the sandy beach.
She was breathing easy, even though she was panting. “You’ll give it up to me whenever I crook my finger,” I told her confidently.
She shook her head. “Nope, only to my secret boyfriend.”
“I’ll prove you wrong right here on this beach.” The hotel wasn’t empty in December, but it wasn’t crowded, either. We had the beach mostly to ourselves. I kissed her, and waited for her to soften. Because that’s how it felt with her. Like I touched her, and her body melted into mine.
I broke away and lifted her to her feet. Then I picked her up and dropped her on my shoulder.
“Marc!”
“I need privacy for this next part,” I said, shifting her weight comfortably so that I could smack her ass a few times.
“Marc!”
“That’s for running away,” I said. Then I smacked her again. “And that’s for telling me I can’t have your pussy.”
“I didn’t say that. I said you can only have my pussy.”
“Yeah, well, let me check it out again and then we’ll see.”
Later
Marc
I was looking down into her eyes, taking her body hard, even as her legs gripped my waist like a vice. I forced myself to hold back my own orgasm because I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted it to end with her. She was panting beneath me, her tits bouncing on her chest. I started to snap my hips even harder, so they bounced more.
“Only my pussy,” she whispered. I wasn’t even sure if she knew she’d said it. “Only me. Only us.”
“Only you,” I grunted. Because why would I ever want anything more than perfection? I felt her reach for it, felt her squeeze her body around me, which triggered her orgasm, and I felt her tight pussy grip and hold me until I nearly whimpered it felt so good.
Then I lost myself inside her, seeking my own oblivion, and finding it.
The next morning
Marc
I woke to the smell of coffee. I reached for my phone on the table next to the bed to check the time. It was after nine in the morning. I fell back on a crush of pillows and groaned. I was exhausted and tired, but, at the same time, I felt so fucking good.
I’d had sex with different girls, women. Once or twice. Maybe saw them for a week or two.
But I’d never done anything like this. Where it was just us. Fucking all day long. All night long. Like we didn’t need food or oxygen, but just to be connected to each other. She had to be sore. I knew she had to be, but I hadn’t been able to stop, and she must not have hurt enough to tell me no.
I sat up in bed, naked. There had been no need for T-shirts or shorts, or even the pajama pants I’d packed. Ash apparently had no hang ups about her body, probably from all those years of wearing skimpy bikinis around me. She was completely free in her nudity. A virgin until eighteen, and now she could walk around the hotel suite without a stitch of clothing to get us two glasses of water.
I fucking loved it. Hopping out of bed, I took a piss, brushed my teeth, then pulled on a pair of jeans. I apparently wasn’t as blasé about my nudity, or I needed the barrier of my jeans to remind me Ash wasn’t a fucking machine.
Literally a fucking machine.
The coffee lured me out of the bedroom and into the living area. There was a kitchenette area and Ash was standing there, wearing my shirt from yesterday, sipping from a mug she’d poured for herself.
I came up behind her, my arms on either side of her body, trapping her against the counter, then bent down to kiss her neck.
“You okay?” I asked her. “It’s not too much for you, is it? The sex.”
“Better than okay,” she sighed, and tilted her head to give me more access. “And it will never be too much.”
I backed off a little and lifted the shirt just to see if she was wearing panties. She wasn’t. Her perky little ass was right there on display. I stared down at it and remembered spanking her on the beach, and, even though I would have thought it was impossible, I started to get hard again.