My cock, still bare and throbbing hard at the fact that it’s brushing against the skin of her inner thigh, is begging for her. She licks her lips and brushes her fingers along my shaft. I let my eyes close and just feel her. I’m electrified with desire like I never have been before. Not even as a teenager.
I pull her closer, running my hands up and down the smooth contours of her body and kissing her deeply and passionately. I roll her onto her back so I can get a full view of her petite body, and I kiss every part of her flesh I can reach while pushing her knees apart to reveal that sweet, pink pussy.
I think she notices that I’m taking my time — not quite hesitating, but not quite not — because Hattie takes my face in her hands and looks me in the eye. She has a beautiful, naughty smile on her face. “I’m ready, Holt. I’m sure. I want you.”
God, her words do things to me. Just the fact that this sweet but fiery virgin burst into my life like this and now she wants me to take her… it’s almost too much to take in, but I’m here and ready to savor every second.
“I want you too,” I tell her as she squeezes the base of my cock and feels me twitch in her hand. I position myself, carefully, right at her ready and willing entrance. I can feel how wet she is. How warm she’ll be. I can tell she really has been waiting for this moment forever.
In a way, so have I.
She bucks her hips, silently begging for my cock, and I can feel precome beading at the tip as I think about how incredible she is going to feel. I inch inside, and she wraps her legs around my waist, knees trembling as I fill her bit by bit. I feel her channel squeezing, stretching to accommodate me, and she writhes underneath me.
“God, Holt,” she says, her face pink and her breath coming quick. “Don’t stop.”
I’m all the way inside her, and I love the filthy image of our bodies grinding together. Of my cock sliding, so wet, in and out of her.
Soon I’m pumping, thrusting, and then pounding the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Under the light of the stars, Hattie cries out. Her ankles are on my shoulders and she’s grinding her hips to meet my thrusts. Together we’re creating a rhythm of our own, and coupled with her cries, and then my groaning, we’re making the most primal, most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. I’m so close, and I can’t wait to fill this girl up for the first time in her life.
I rub circles on her clit with my thumb as I fuck her. She arches her back and cries out as she climaxes, and the aftershock sends shivers down my cock that push me over the edge too. We come together under the night sky, lit up by the soft moonlight. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m overcome by the thought that I might never have met her.
I kiss her gently but deeply, and hold her tight in my arms as she catches her breath.
“That was everything I ever imagined,” she whispers. “And then some.”
I tuck her long curls behind her ear and kiss her again. I can’t get enough. I know now, with certainty, that I will never get enough of her.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go get breakfast,” I say, thinking about the uneaten dinner in the pot downstairs and knowing we’ll both be ravenous when we wake up after tonight. I pull her close and think about the big city she’s from. The place her dad rules over with an iron fist. I want her to know that we have stuff here, too. That maybe leaving isn’t the only choice she has.
“Mm,” she says, eyes fluttering shut. “Pancakes.”
“There’s a place opposite my supply store in town. A pretty good diner,” I tell her.
“You have a store?” she asks, eyes opening again as I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“Yup, outdoor supplies.”
“You some kind of outdoorsman?”
I crack a smile. “I guess. You’re not?”
Hattie laughs. “I’ve always wanted to be… but I never could. You hike?”
“I hike,” I say.
“Hiking sounds like the most peaceful thing,” she says. “Let’s do it together sometime.”
“Honestly,” I tell her, “that sounds like a dream come true.” I kiss her again, and then again, and then after a second, she pulls away.
“If there’s time before I…” She trails off, and I don’t want her to finish her sentence. I don’t really want to think about that at all. So I just smile.
“McKenzie’s, the diner, has great pancakes. That’s the only thing you need to think about right now. Pancakes. Okay?”