He groans as I wrap my hands around it, squeezing on, rubbing up and down outside his shorts.
He’s huge, solid, and so hard I can hardly believe it.
Swollen with lust just for me, only me.
Moving my hand up and down, I listen to his groans, look at the way his lips twist, and his eyes flare.
“Fuck,” he says, as I stroke even quicker, getting carried away, feeling like I can give into this for the first time in my life.
Desire, lust, want.
And I know it’s wrong.
But I can’t stop.
“You’re so hard,” I whisper, feeling my cheeks grow hot, but I don’t care. It’s worth it to hear his moans.
“It’s you,” he says, his voice catching. “Fuck, I need your body. I need you, Faye.”
“But we said….”
He surges forward, grabbing me and driving his crotch against my stomach, letting me feel the huge mass of need. I whimper as he kisses me again, the hardest he has yet like there’s a wild beast in him trying to break free.
“I don’t care what we said,” he snarls. “I want to take you somewhere. I can’t fight this anymore.”
“Where?” I whisper as he massages my ass, pushing my mounds together, sizzling excitement caressing me along with his hands.
“We can find a hotel. A motel. Or….”
“Or?” I say.
“There’s a waterfall nearby. I was going to save it as a surprise. There’s a spot we could go to. Private. I’ve got a cabin a couple of miles up the river.”
“A cabin…why?”
“For when I need to get away. For work. But I’ve never taken anybody there before.”
“Let’s go,” I say, my heart thudding, guilt threatening to choke me.
There’s something else beyond the guilt, and I know this is the best time to tell him before it gets too far, before the bombshell becomes too big.
Can I not tell him?
But surely he’d know if we go all the way. Surely he’d be able to tell.
What am I thinking if we go all the way?
Going all the way is our only option if I want a life together, love, closeness, and a family.
He smooths his hand over the small of my back, guiding me down the path.