“I like you, Nathan,” she reveals. Well, it’s not the biggest revelation, but I’ll take it.
“Like…” she starts to go on. There’s more, so much more. It’s like cracking a fortune cookie with her. I wait and see what the little piece of paper inside that cookie will say.
“I…like…think about you sometimes…” She smiles real big and looks at me, turning her head to meet my gaze. “In my room, late at night…”
“You wish I was there?”
“I do,” she says. “I…think of you a lot, too, in the daytime. I’ll be doing something and wish you were nearby. We’d catch each other’s eye and whatever we were doing previously would just, like, drop off. We’d have this crazy kiss, and then we’d just…”
“Fuck?” I guess. It’s pretty easy to see where that was going.
“I’d like to sleep with you every night, with you in my arms,” I tell her, and not just because it sounds sweet and romantic and nice, but because I actually mean it. I’m being honest.
“You want to know what I’m thinking?” she asks. “When I’m in my room at night, and I can’t sleep, it’s very dark and I’m very cozy; there’s no reason in the world that I shouldn’t be able to sleep, but you dominate my mind the way I want you to…”
“Yeah?”
Okay, this is getting good. The fortune cookie has cracked.
“The way…I want you to dominate my body.”
“What are you…oh…” Her hand reaches for my cock, which has already had so much fun, but she wants more. I’m a young guy, and I think about sex every two-point-five seconds in the day.
She reaches up and strokes a slender finger down the length of my cock, then presses her palms to me and presses me down. “I want to be on top,” she requests.
I have no qualms with this whatsoever.
She climbs on top of me with a beaming smile on her face.
“Hi.”
“Hey,” I say. I gently touch her face and admire the gorgeous structure of it all.
She straddles me and moves around on top of me. I’ve woken her up inside. Her sexual appetite has never been bigger. I wish Vincent was here to see this—without interfering of course.
She moves around so that she can place me inside of her.
“Oh…oh god, Nathan…” She places her hand against my chest, and I can see every expression she makes due to my cock, and this is so much better than taking her from behind. I like this position; I’m rarely in it.
I shut my eyes and feel her warmth, her tightness as she squeezes her lips around me.
“Oh…” I’ve never felt so good.
She leans forward and kisses my mouth as she adjusts to my size, wriggling her sweet ass around on top of me. My tongue plunges inside her mouth, and I kiss her long, hard, and deep. She takes my wrists in her fingers and holds them tight, trying to control the moment.
“You’re so hot, Nathan,” she giggles into my neck and moves against my cock, pulling up with her thighs so just the head of my dick rest between her lips. She smiles innocently then slams her ass down quickly, her pussy clenching my cock intensely. Fuck, I feel like I could come.
I bite back a guttural groan and clench my fingers around her hips, trying to guide her along my cock.
“So amazing, no wonder I think of you all night long,” she mewls as she grinds her tightness along my shaft. Her legs tremble around my thighs as she begins to fall apart, her small hands tightening around my wrists to maintain her balance.
I let her take control and feel myself in those woods.
I feel my bare feet against the moist dirt as I run and scurry about. I feel the wind the scent of nature around me. I hear things growing from the ground and rain as it starts to fall. I’m far from home, and I feel myself getting further and further away from all the things I have and closer to the sun, but the sun in this case is blonde hair.
And it’s sweeping across my face. And her lips are gentle and persuasive. She gets her way, this woman.
It feels so soft and safe, I get lost in it, and I think I can love her. Maybe I do.
And then it happens, our orgasms collide and she uncurls, her body jerking and spasming against me. I love watching her fall apart. I feel like I’m taking her to that magical place I went as a boy.
We’re together, in the woods, and nothing can touch us.
She gazes at me, and it’s a nice moment. She presses her lips against mine, and I shut my eyes and wait as her tongue slowly enters my mouth. She’s addicted. There’s this lingering addiction like the chandelier hanging above us. And I want the addiction to crash over me and nearly kill me—not the chandelier—I realize.