I let my eyes flutter shut as he groans.
“Look at that mess you made, little girl.” He slides his finger just inside my boxers—not penetrating me, but caressing that soft spot where my labia meet my lips. That fleshy ripple that nobody but me has ever seen.
I look up into the sky, into the cloudless morning light. We are outside, in his yard, but surrounded by trees, hidden and sheltered from the entire world. It’s like an out of body experience. I can see us together, as if looking down. Big Mike Hawthorne, and little, freckled messy me, with my red hair all in knots in my ridiculous PJs.
And it’s just so beautiful, so right. Us together.
I trail my fingers down his forearm. “I can’t stop thinking about you. But…” I swallow hard, letting my thoughts trail off.
He leans forward, brushing a lock of hair from my cheek. “But what, baby girl.”
I study his face. His jawline. The sparkles of deep blue in his eyes.
“But what will everybody say?”
His expression hardens. And from the feel of his dick against my thigh, so does his erection.
“I’ve never given less of a fuck about everybody than I do in this moment.”
“Me neither,” I say, hardly louder then the wind in the trees.
My body shudders as he presses into me, and he smiles, cruel and knowing. “Feel what you do to me?”
I nod up at him, my skin feeling like it’s burning up against the cool grass. This feels too, too good. Too good to be true.
In one quick movement, he pulls his old tee-shirt off over his head. His body is a mass of muscles and ripples and tattoos. I let out an audible gasp, I can’t help it. I’ve never been so close to so much power before in my life.
It’s almost too much for me. Too much muscle, too much man, and my body involuntarily recoils a little. But his gaze holds me captive.
And somehow I know that only me, in all the world, can tame this man.
But my goodness. It’s crazy. SO very, very crazy. “Mike, I… I’m just…”
His eyes tell me that the time for protests are long-since over. He leans down, scooping me up into his arms, and kisses me deep and slow. This is different from last night at dinner. That was frantic and crazed and frenzied. This is tender and careful. And deliberate. Like he’s been planning it for ages.
My thoughts swirl in the dreaminess of his lips, his tongue, his stubble against my cheeks. My pussy throbs in time with my heartbeat, molto allegro, ticking away with excitement and anticipation. My body bucks in his arms, involuntary and primal. This desire I’m feeling, it’s all most too much to bear.
Does he know that I’m a virgin? Does he know that he’s my first?
As he kisses me, I stream back through what I’ve told Sam, which is just about everything. So surely Mike must know that this, right now, is my very first French kiss.
His eyes open as he kisses me, and I feel him smile into the kiss. He has no idea how much this means to me. No idea how important his is now just now but always. Because he has always been my anchor. My sane place, my safe place, my shelter from my crazy family. My safety and my strength.
But not until now did I know it for sure.
He sinks deeper into the kiss and my body responds powerful, with a shiver and a trembling belly. I clutch his massive body tight, digging my fingernails into his rippling muscles, making him gasp into the kiss.
I can’t stand this foreplay anymore. I need to taste him. I need to know him. I need to be his for real.
I pull away from the kiss, and slip onto my knees in the grass, placing my hands on his marble-hard ass. Gently as I can while still being respectful, I nudge him up to standing, while I stay kneeling before him in the dewy morning grass.
He looks surprised, intrigued. “What. Now that I’m Mister Big Symphony Benefactor you think you can suck my cock and get what you want?”
A giggle slips out of my lips. He really is such a jerk.
“Maybe, Mr. Benefactor. Maybe that’s my long game after all. Isn’t that how this all works? I pay my dues, then I get what I want?”
He bites his lip, gently touching my own lips with the pad of his rough thumb. Without breaking his stare, I pull down his gym shorts, hooking my fingertips over the elastic until his huge cock springs up in my face.