“Is this what you really want?” she asks.
“You're all I want and I'm gonna make you mine right here, right now. Do you understand me?”
She nods. “Don't make me wait another minute. Come here. Come closer. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for so long, Rye. I wanted to be with someone, to be touched, held… but never in my dreams did I imagine someone that felt so good, so right. Someone like you.”
I move to the bed, taking in her body. Her dress on the floor, bare. Ready. Mine.
I run my hand up and down my shaft as she takes in the sight of my thick cock.
It's a lot.
I know that. We've gone from zero to 100 in a minute but we've been waiting for this moment since our eyes locked in that clearing.
“You want me?” I ask her.
She nods, wrapping her arms around my neck, drawing me to her. Kissing me hard.
Fuck, her lips are like pillows, her body so soft, so supple, her breasts round and full, her nipples hard. The curves of her body make my cock ache with need.
“I've never seen a man naked before,” she tells me. “You're so big and strong. You have muscles everywhere.”
“Do you like that?” I ask her.
She nods. “It makes me feel safe.” She runs her hands over my biceps. “Like no one will hurt me.”
“I have you now,” I tell her. “I have you.”
“I want you inside me,” she says.
“I don't want to hurt you.”
“I've already been hurt enough,” she fights back. “Just put yourself inside me and make me feel something good. Deep and real. Let me feel pleasure. Rye, please.”
“I’m going to give you everything you want,” I tell her, running my hand over her cheeks, kissing her gently. “But sweetheart, I need to get you ready before you can take my cock. I'd rip you in two, and darling, that just won't do.”
Her eyes widen. “Whatever you need to do to make this feel good, I trust you, Rye.”
“Damn, you're so innocent,” I growl. “You lost so much time up there in the woods.”
“Will you make it up for me?” she asks. “We can stay in this cabin. And you can show me everything I've missed.”
I groan in her ear, kissing her, biting her earlobe. “I fucking want you so damn bad. Everything about you turns me on. Your body is so ripe. So pure. Your pussy is so innocent,” I say, running my hand between her thighs and touching her slit.
She's wet and juicy. And my cock thrums with need as I touch her folds.
I lower myself on the bed between her knees, spreading open her thighs.
“Just relax,” I tell her. “Just close your eyes, Prairie, and imagine something good.”
“This moment is pretty damn good,” she tells me as her fingers run through the strands of my hair. “Oh, Rye,” she moans as I breathe warmth against her pussy.
“Oh, Rye,” she whimpers, “oh God.”
Fuck, this girl is going to come so hard. She's wound up so damn tight.
She hasn't ever come with a real man like me.
I need her to understand what it feels like to feel alive.