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  I don’t know if I can bring myself to say the words – if I’m bold enough to utter them. I haven’t ever had that kind of confidence, to just come out and say it. But I want Aaron to touch me. I want it so much it’s all I can think about.

  If he keeps going any longer, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist.

  I need it – I need his hands to move lower, to touch me the way I want. I feel like my blood is on fire. My skin is heated to the touch, so much so he must be able to feel it.

  What will he do to me now?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Aaron

  The time is right. I know it from the way that Olivia whimpers low in her throat, so quiet she probably thinks I can’t hear it. I know it from the way her body makes tiny subtle movements, edging towards my fingers, her ass raising slightly in the air above the bed, wanting me to touch her deeper.

  I’ll give her what she wants – just not like this. No, first there’s more to come – more of her body that I haven’t yet massaged.

  I stop moving my hands, letting them rest with my palms on her ass cheeks, cupping her.

  “Roll over,” I say, my voice coming out deep and husky. “Let me massage the rest of you.”

  Olivia hesitates for the barest moment. I feel her muscles tense just a tiny bit under her skin.

  “Let me make you feel good,” I add, to tip her over the edge, but she’s already made the decision. Before I finish saying it she’s turning over, carefully rolling on top of the towel, shifting her body over between my legs so that she doesn’t knock into me as she goes.

  Then we are facing one another, me kneeling above her, the hard rod inside my trousers clearly visibly as it strains against the fabric, her utterly naked and exposed under me. Her large breasts quiver as they settle into place, the flesh spilling over her chest.

  Olivia’s face is bright red, a flush that is not at all unbecoming. My eyes trail eagerly down over her body, taking her in. Her oversized bust, begging to spill over my fingers, her wide hips perfect for bearing children, the neat thatch of hair just above her sex, hot and distended, waiting for my fingers.

  I want to bring her to a fever pitch. I want her to experience the build-up and the excitement so much that it almost pushes her over the edge by itself. I lean forward, bringing my head level with hers, and start to push down on her shoulders, my body stretching above hers.

  Olivia bites her lip as I push and manipulate the muscles, soothing them with long circular strokes, pushing lightly against her collarbone to settle all of her muscles where they should be. She almost pants for breath as I finally leave off teasing and slip my hands down lower, sweeping them over the curve of her breasts, cupping the edges of her flesh and moving slowly but steadily closer to the center. More than once I see her eyes dip down to my pants, and I know she sees how much I want her. But for that, she has to wait. There’s no sense in rushing. We have all the time in the world to enjoy this, and I want to make sure that she doesn’t feel like she missed out on a single thing.

  Her breathing is faster now, and I can even feel her heart hammering under my hands, behind the soft mounds of flesh that I can’t stop caressing. Even with gravity doing half the work, the weight of them in my hands is satisfying. She’s a real woman – not like those fakes who insist on trying to look like Barbie with their bleached hair and tiny waists. No, Olivia has the kind of body that was made to be worshipped, to be appreciated. Not to be tortured into unrealistic goals.

  My goddess shifts under me, her chest pushing up against my hands, telling me how much she wants more. I will give her what she wants. I’m in control of tempo and timing, but I won’t hold back too much – I just want to make her wild for me, to make her come like no one else would ever be able to make her come. I want her to know that she is, now and forever, mine.

  I finally slide my hands across the flesh of her breasts, allowing them to brush lightly over her nipples. They’re already standing at attention, the slightly darker flesh standing out against her pale skin. She shivers and her lips part in such a perfect expression that I have no idea how to hold myself back now. Somehow I do, keeping my restraint – just one light brush, then another, then a little faster.

  Olivia moans and presses herself upwards, straining to meet me, and I let my fingers trail closer to her nipples, staying there. What was that line she wrote earlier? The rough pad of his thumb… I sweep my thumbs simultaneously over both of her nipples, backwards and forwards, getting faster and faster, twiddling them forward and back, until her back arches towards me and her breath comes in shallow pants.

  Then I switch gears again, taking hold of each of them between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing while I twist my hands from side to side – not so hard to hurt, but just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp and moan, to send another rush of heat flooding between her legs. I don’t have to put my hand down and touch her to know it from the look on her face, the desperate need.

  I lower my mouth to hers, stealing a hot and heavy kiss – our first. I let her get used to it, until she allows my tongue to slip between her lips and do battle with her own, twisting and pushing with the same rhythm as my fingers. Then I relinquish her mouth and move my tongue to her chest instead, taking her nipple into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue, feeling her writhe beneath me.

  She’s almost ready. She just needs me to take her the rest of the way and I’m more than happy to do that. I pull back from her, drawing a moan of protest as my hands leave her chest to trail and rest at her sides.

  She won’t be disappointed for long. I lick my lips as I look down at her, taking her in one more time, sitting back on my ankles, her whole body laid out only for me to touch.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Oliva

  It feels like my whole body is on fire. I want him so badly – like nothing else in my life even matters anymore. Nothing is left in my head. No thought of anything else – of what might happen tomorrow, about the end of the week, or college, or my family, or anything – nothing that I would normally care about. There is only him and me. Him over me with that enticing bulge in his pants, tenting out so far I can barely stop looking at it.

  I want him to move lower, to put his hands all over me, to take off those pants and use what’s inside them. I don’t know how to vocalize it, not with the burning fire taking over me almost to the point where I can’t focus on anything else. What are words? How does my voice work? I don’t even know – and every time I open my mouth all that comes out is an animal moan.

  His hands are on my hips, as he sits back across my legs and looks at me. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I can’t take it anymore. I need him. He looks into my eyes and I feel like he sees deep inside me, sees what I want, what I can’t say.

  The hands on my hips slowly shift over, caressing the line of my bones, covering the v down to the hair that grows between my legs, his fingers stirring lightly over the curls and making me shiver. A dark smile quirks the side of his lips, and then his hand dips lower, brushing ever so gently across my flesh, drawing a line from the top of my mound and down until his hand hits the bed – then back up again.

  Such a light, gentle touch, and yet it sets the fire inside me raging even further. I’ve never felt anything like that – a man’s hand, stroking across me, sending all the delicate nerve endings ablaze. My eyes widen, my breath catching in my throat as he hesitates, looking at me with his dark eyes. Then, slowly and deliberately, he does it again, holding eye contact until I can’t take it anymore, my eyelids sliding shut as my head tilts back of its own accord.

  I feel soaked and heated, so ready for him. His fingers continue to move gently and slowly, brushing over the nub of nerves at the top of my sex, making me shiver every time. Then they dip down through my wetness, bringing them back up again to rub over that bundle and enhance the feeling even more. It’s so intense I can hardly take it all in – I can’t speak, can’t think properly, can’t control my body.
r />   My eyes are closed, all of my other senses shutting out the rest of the world so I can concentrate only on the way that he makes me feel, the heat and the pressure building inside me, every touch so deliciously good. Just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better, I feel Aaron’s weight shift on the bed, his fingers momentarily pausing; then they are gone and I want to groan in complaint, but before I can, something new touches me.

  Something wet and rough and hot, caressing over me, making all those nerves ending come alive again. I crack my eyes open in surprise and catch sight of him, his head buried between my legs, completely focused on me as he licks and sucks and tastes, eliciting new sensations that I can barely describe.

  My eyes roll closed again as I moan out loud, unable not to. Not only does it feel amazing, but the thought of him down there – his mouth on me – is something that turns my arousal even higher. Who knew it was even possible to feel this way? It’s like there is something inside of me that is swelling, getting larger and larger, filling my whole body with light and electricity, the pinkish-purple shade of bliss, stoked higher and higher by Aaron’s tongue licking me, searching inside of me, rolling around that nub of nerves until I can’t…

  I can’t hold on. I reach down and grab hold of Aaron’s short hair, thinking that I will make him stop, drag his face away, but then – I can’t do it – I can only grasp hold of him as I –

  I come like a great wave, spilling over and out of me, flowing through my whole body, sending tingles through everything. For a moment all I know is the white hot heat behind my eyelids, the searing bliss that erases everything else around me, the whole universe narrowed to one single point of pleasure.

  I gasp for breath as Aaron moves his head away from my thighs, the sensation cooling and leaving me twitching and jerking until it subsides, leaving me to bask in the afterglow of the first time a man has ever made me come.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Aaron

  I watch Olivia twitch and gasp in pleasure, her face first screwing up with the intensity of her orgasm and then relaxing, smoothing out into total bliss. I alternate my gaze between her face and her body, watching the pulsing there, the aftermath of her pleasure. She is exquisite, in every line, every inch of skin.

  I look at her and I can’t see anything else in the whole world. Nothing exists outside of this one room in this cabin, not the forest or the mountains, not work or responsibilities, only this. I wanted to wait, to drag it out further, to give her all the pleasure she wants over the next few days before at last taking my own. That was the plan. Now, looking down at her flushed and open before me, I don’t think I can stick to it.

  I can’t wait. I can’t hold myself back anymore from her. I want more – I want to claim her right now, to spill my seed inside her and make her swell with my child, to leave my mark on her. I want every man to look at her and know she is mine, and no one else but me can ever have her. I need more. I need to take her now.

  I can’t stop looking at her, from her softly parted lips, her flushed and damp skin, and her heavy breasts lying on her heaving chest to her sex, glistening and wet with my saliva and her own juices. My hands reach out of their own accord and touch her, first her hips, gliding over her skin, gripping her waist, her thighs. Then up over her breasts, stroking her nipples, teasing them between my fingers, making them stand tall and proud. I can’t stop myself. I want to touch every part of her, with every part of myself. I want to consume every inch of her, to feel it, to know it.

  I will make her mine – I’ll do it now. I can’t wait. I meet her eyes as she opens them again, soft and dazed, full of the magical aura of the afterglow still settled on her. She is sleepy and blissed out, but when she sees the desire in my eyes her own open wider, taking me in. I know she sees my intentions in my gaze. I rake it over her again, exulting in her body, drinking her in again and again while I touch her, while I gather that wetness between her folds and rub it against her, provoking more.

  I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, lifting it off over my head without pausing, one swift and smooth motion. I toss it to the floor, not caring about where it falls. I see Olivia’s eyes trail down over my chest, my abs. I’ve worked hard for this body. I see her bite her lip, and I know she still needs permission from me, encouragement, to know what to do.

  I take her hands, lying loose on the covers of the bed – telltale bunches in the fabric where she gathered it tight in her fists while I pleasured her – and place them on the planes of my chest, let her hesitate there a moment. I shift forward to make it easier for her to reach, letting her explore in her own time.

  Her hesitant touch runs over the surfaces of my muscles, tracing their angles, their hard and soft edges. She has a look of wonder in her eyes that I could see for the rest of my life and never tire of. She reaches for my hips and waits, looking up at me, her gaze meeting mine with a questioning look.

  I hop up off the bed, dislodging her hands and making her frown, but I soon step closer to her again, letting her lie on her side to face me, watching. I keep my eyes on her face, wanting to see every moment of her reaction, trying to read her thoughts behind them. I know she’s excited. I am too; this is the moment – when we mate together, it will be the beginning of something. Something that I will not allow ever to end, for the rest of our lives.

  I unbuckle my belt and then reach for my zipper, feeling a modicum of relief when the tight fabric parts, allowing my erection more room. My pants drop to the floor and pool around my ankles, leaving only one layer between us.

  My head is already trailing precome, soaking through the fabric of my tight boxer briefs. Everything about Olivia makes me hard, and watching her come for me, feeling it on my tongue, was enough to drive me wild. I keep my eyes on her face, operating by touch alone as I hook my hands into my waistband and yank down, letting my hard dick bob free in the cool air of the room.

  Olivia’s eyes are wide as saucers, taking in the sight of my cock with awe. I step a little closer after kicking my clothes away, encouraging her. She reaches out one hand, hesitantly, and I wait patiently, even though I’m so hard that I ache to be inside of her already.

  I let her take me in, until she feels comfortable. One finger touches my head and I wince, sucking in a breath; it’s almost more than I can bear already. I want to be inside her, thrusting hard and fast, losing myself. I can only just hold myself back as her fingers trail through my precome, running it down the side of my veiny length, throbbing with intense need.

  She has to be well enough acquainted by now – and I mean has to be, because I can’t hold back. There’s no way I can stop now. I have to take her – right now – before I burst with need for her body.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Olivia

  I never imagined that it would be so… big.

  Aaron’s cock is hot to the touch, strangely soft on the surface with so much hard steel underneath. Looking at it in awe, I can’t imagine how It could possibly fit inside me. I mean… that? Really? Is he sure?

  Given what he just did to me, I trust him. It feels like he knows what he’s doing, and I know he won’t steer me wrong. I have no choice. I’ve already given my body over to him – full permission to do whatever he wants. There’s no turning back. I don’t know that I would be able to make myself stop him if I wanted to – and I definitely don’t want to.

  Aaron climbs back onto the bed, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the way his length moves, bobbing in the air like it has a life of its own, straining upwards as if it wants to get away and act independently, thick and long and already dribbling with something clear and sticky. I roll onto my back again and open myself below him, making no attempt to cover myself. Not now. The time for shyness has gone; now all I want is to give him all of me, to let him take as much as he wants.

  I widen my hips, rolling my legs to the sides, opening myself up as much as I can. I want him to know how much I want this. There’s no question anymore. This is everything I
want.

  Aaron takes his cock in his hand and rubs it slowly against me, the head trailing through my wetness, rubbing up and down over all of those sensitive spots that are now hyper-reactive, making me moan and fidget. The pleasure is so intense it barely even feels real, as if I can’t possibly be here – can’t possibly be experiencing something so strong.

  Then Aaron looks up, his eyes fixing onto mine, and he keeps them there as he finds my entrance and settles against it, ready and waiting. I nod quickly, not because I think he needs to know he has my permission – he must already know – but because I want this to happen so badly that I’m impatient. Hurry up, I want to tell him – take me now – do it now.

  Aaron pushes forward slowly, and only the barest amount, but my eyes fly open wide at the tightness as he pushes in. It’s already so much – I feel so full. It feels as though he won’t even be able to make it in, that my body won’t have enough space inside for him to fit, but he does, and he sits there a moment, letting me get used to the new sensation.

  It doesn’t take long before he moves again. He inches in just a little at a time, slowly, moving with such exaggerated care that I know is hard for him. He wants to be inside all the way, to take me completely, but out of care for me he moves slowly. It makes me want him even more, makes me burn for him, knowing that he would care for me that way.

  With every slow movement in it feels more and more impossible that he could even possibly go any further, but he pushes and pushes, slowly filling me in a way that I never could have imagined before now. I could never have written this – I wouldn’t even have believed it felt this way – and he fills me up more and more until I am so completely full that I feel as though he is filling every gap, sealed tight to me, so much so I can barely breathe or think or move.