She gasps at the open fireplace, and her eyes search hungrily for the one room I’ve saved for last.
The bedroom.
With two whole floors, and an attic up here, there are plenty of empty rooms too, but I don’t use those.
“Just home to eat…and sleep,” I tell Vanessa as I guide her to the bedroom.
Our bedroom for tonight, if that’s what she wants.
She squeezes herself tighter against me, commenting that although everything is still big up here, “It just feels…nicer, homier,” she says.
Spotting the balcony through the timber-framed French doors, I lead her out.
She’s gone quiet again, but I can feel her body relaxed now, her breathing slow and soft. With the only sound made as we both move to the balcony railing, taking in the view of the ocean and the coast a few hundred yards away.
She gasps, looking down over the balcony, but her shock turns to wonder once she realizes it’s a long drop, but we’re safe up here.
Her eyes shift to the ocean view. The white sandy beach stretched in both directions with no soul in sight.
“It’s… It’s…beautiful,” she sighs, gripping my hand as it slips into hers.
“You sure are,” I rasp, leaning down to tell her, ignoring the view I’ve seen a million times.
Only thinking now it’s found a replacement in her.
She shyly smiles and starts to say something about how she’s not or some nonsense like that.
So I make sure I tell her again and show her I mean it by kissing her so deeply, so long, that she’d be kidding herself if she told herself any different.
“You are beautiful, Vanessa,” I whisper in her ear, kissing that too, “You’re fucking perfect, and I want you like never before. I need you,” I rumble, the familiar throb of my arousal pressing into her side, letting her know I mean it.
“I think…I think I’ve fallen for you, Michael Hart,” she shivers, shifting herself to face me, looking up into my eyes.
And taking her sweet face in both my hands, I kiss her again. Again and again, until we’re both clawing at each other in a new way. The way lovers do when they realize enough time has been wasted with everything else.
She can finally get it now in her mind. I’m not just claiming her as mine for my own sake. She’s gonna be mine forever, and it’s not a moment too soon for her to fully realize that.
Her hands move down to my zipper, which my rock hardness is already throbbing against.
Moving my own hands to cup her thick chest, I can feel just how hot and ready to eat my little virgin accountant is.
And all on her first day.
“I want you, Michael,” she mews, her breathing as hard as my manhood once she unzips me. My loud moan broadcasts loudly across the gardens below.
The call of the wild?
Kinda. Because we both know, right now, that it’s Vanessa’s time.
Our time.
Dropping to her knees, she explores my stiffness, my heavy balls already rising up as I clutch her hair with a firm hand, growling low as she begins to return the favor I gave her this morning.
If she’s gonna ride the thing, she needs to know what she’s in for….
One hand gripping my tensed leg, the other pumping me slowly as she moves her lips and eyes across her newest favorite pastime, and I groan again.
She purrs with pleasure and gasps with anticipation, but it feels so good to have her touching me everywhere.
Feeling me from the outside right before she feels me from inside her awaiting virgin sheath.
Her head moves to one side, and I can see she’s moved her hand from my leg, straight up between her own legs.
Yanking at her panties until they make a loud snap, she tears them, making me growl harder as I feel my cock starting to twitch. My seed is rising hot inside me already, knowing that the timing is just right.
She is helping her out of the skirt she’s madly trying to escape from while still holding her hand on what’s about to claim her, and I lift her.
Both her legs wrapped around me tightly. I turn from the balcony with her in my grip and my smooth helm prods at her moist mound. It makes us both moan like idiots, but it’s seriously the sweetest feeling in the world. Her legs grip me so tight that I can help her out of her blouse, feeling her freed chest with both hands before running them over every part of her I can reach.
She’s so smooth, so soft. So warm against my body, with the real heat between us starting to find its way as my swollen manhood finds her tight virginal entrance.
She gasps loudly, throwing her head back, and then moans so low, so deep that it’s hard to say whose moaning is the loudest or the deepest between us both.