The possibility of catching her, however, is unnerving when I haven’t touched another human being in well over a decade, but there’s also a confusing part of me…hoping she slips.
So I can put my arms around her.
She’d be worth every ounce of discomfort. The pleasure of her might even outweigh it.
“We’re almost there,” she calls back to me cheerfully and I realize my eyes have been glued to her ass for a good twenty minutes. The white bikini bottom is wedged between her golden, sun-kissed cheeks and they lift and fall maddeningly, making my hands itch to squeeze them, separate them, get my tongue in between those taut mounds to learn the taste of her virgin asshole. “Just a little farther…”
I reach down and adjust my engorged erection just as we crest the rise…
And I’m speechless.
We look down over the edge of a cliff. Beneath us, a rainbow cuts through rolling mist to reveal a waterfall plunging down a good two hundred feet into a cerulean lagoon. Besides the roar of falling water, there are faint sounds of monkeys playing in the trees around us. I’ve traveled all over the globe on business trips, seen landmarks and cities and the odd beach. But none of it compares to this. None of it compares to this paradise of having this angel perched on the cliff beside me, her lower lip caught between her teeth, obviously worried I won’t be impressed.
“You were right, little fairy,” I say gruffly. “It’s beautiful.”
Her body drains of tension. “Worth the trip?”
“Worth a hundred trips.”
Moisture swims into her eyes and she exhales a delighted laugh.
Oh fuck. I’m in love with her.
No, I fell in love with her last night in the kitchen when she fell on her ass.
Either my ribcage is shrinking or my heart is growing and I’m not certain I like it.
What I should do is return to the house, pack my shit and get the hell back to New York where I belong. Try and put the fairy out of my head. But it would be a useless endeavor. She’s already so deep under my skin, I can’t think straight.
What am I going to do? Bring her home with me?
Keep this wild, barefoot angel caged in an apartment when she needs freedom?
I can’t even stand to be touched. This vibrant girl deserves better than that, yet the idea of another man giving it to her blinds me with rage.
“Nova—”
“I’m going to get us some coconuts!”
In a split second, she’s dashed out of my sight. I turn just in time to watch the fairy take a flying leap onto the trunk of a palm tree, her thighs inching higher, higher. Feeling like I’m under hypnosis, I follow in her wake, standing at the base of the tree, my cock nearly bursting at the sight of her lithe thighs wrapped around the tree, her butt pumping and flexing as she climbs. Her arms pull her up, dragging that pussy roughly over the trunk and when she grunts from exertion, I finally, finally give in and fist my cock through my shorts.
I don’t even like my own touch and it burns me now. Sometimes, my body judges I need relief and I wake up covered in my own spend, but I rarely take the time to masturbate. Physical needs are a weakness. Just like hugs or kissing. Aren’t they? That’s what I was told growing up, but I’m not so sure anymore. Hugging Nova last night would have made her feel better, made her happy and how can there be anything wrong with that?
Breathing in and out, I try to withstand the burn of my own touch long enough to give myself some relief. But it’s no use. Self-disgust clogs my throat and I drop my hand away with a curse. Though I still cannot take my eyes off Nova. She tosses two coconuts to the ground and starts her descent, her mouthwatering backside getting closer, the sound of her thighs chafing the trunk filling my ears. I try to step back when she reaches the ground, but I can’t. I’m frozen in place, hunger wracking me in a way I’ve never experienced. Never knew was possible.
My body surges forward and I pin her to the tree.
“Put your hands on the trunk and leave them there,” I growl near her ear.
Goosebumps lift on her neck, her breath coming in short spurts, but she does what she’s told. “Lincoln?”
“Up on your toes.” I hook my fingers in the sides of her bikini bottoms, letting them slither down to her knees, marveling over the fact that when my skin brushes hers, I feel nothing but…arousal. Hunger. Heat. “Get that tight, young ass up into my lap.”
“Lincoln, y-you’re touching me,” she whimpers. “You’re so warm and strong.”
More than life itself, I want to put my arms around her, but I refuse to fuck up the progress I’ve made. Because she’s right, I am touching her and I never thought I’d touch another human being again. I never wanted to. Go slow. Don’t be greedy. It is so tempting to take out my cock and press it deep inside her pussy, to fuck her, maul her neck, massage her tits, but if that rush of self-disgust forces me to stop, I’ll hate myself more than ever. I’m walking a tightrope here and need this done right. For Nova.