Chapter Four

 

Mitch

After cleaning her up, I climb into our bed and hold her in my arms. Locking our fingers together, I get as close to her as I physically can. I want to be inside her again, but I know she needs to rest. There’s only so much she can take.

Kissing her head, there are so many things I want to tell her, but I know deep down, she’s not ready. This is all new for her, and I refuse to overwhelm her on the first night of the rest of our lives.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, loving how she snuggles close to me.

“Strange.”

“Strange?”

“I mean, I feel … different. Is that how it’s supposed to feel? Different?” She tilts her head back and smiles up at me. “I never knew it could be like this. I feel like I’m in a dream.”

Kissing her lips, I slide my tongue against her mouth, and she opens up to me. She touches me with her tongue, and I growl against her lips.

“Do you have any idea what it is you do to me?”

“No.”

“You make me want to not be a gentleman.”

“You’re being a gentleman now?” she asks.

“More than you realize.” I press my face against her chest, licking the path between each tit. I want to see them bouncing in front of my face as she slides down my cock, taking me. “You see, I’m going to wait until tomorrow before I let you have my dick again.”

She pouts, and it looks so cute and adorable. When I kiss her lips again, she releases a little sigh. “I could get used to this.”

It’s what I want.

“So, you think you can … stay?”

“Stay?”

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” I ask, distracting her.

“I don’t know. I’m hoping to one day go to college, but I doubt it’ll happen.”

“Why?”

“I can’t afford it. I’m already working two jobs just to get by. I don’t think I can afford college in my future.”

Oh, dear. She no longer has any job. When I agreed to the terms of the loan with David, I made sure to call her workplaces, and cancel them. I want her to myself, and I don’t share. I have every intention of keeping her to myself for a lot longer than the summer.

I don’t mind her going to college and pursuing her education, but everything else I want for myself.

“What if money wasn’t an issue?” It never would be, but we weren’t at that stage yet. One day, she will realize she will want for nothing because I give her everything her heart needs and desires.

I’ve been in love with her for a year. Now I’ve got her, and there’s no way I’m letting her go.

“I’d love to be able to go to college, study English. I’d want to be a teacher, or maybe a journalist. I doubt I’d make a good teacher.”

“Why?”

“I remember high school. It wasn’t so long ago, and kids are so mean.”

“How about kindergarten?”

“I guess. I don’t know. I’d put my dreams and wishes on the back burner just in case I never got around to college.” She shrugs, and I hear her wince.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little sore. I’ll get used to it.”

Letting go of her hands, I slide them down her body, cupping her hips. They’re a generous handful, and I can’t wait to take her from behind.

Moving her between my thighs, I lean her back so she’s resting against me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to make you feel good and for you to forget about the pain.” Cupping her pussy, I find her wet with a combination of our mixed release. I cleaned some of it, but there is plenty I pumped inside her.

I get my fingers nice and slick, and she gasps as I stroke over her clit.

The sound is sweet music to my ears, and as I kiss her neck, her legs spread wider, pushing her up against my hand.

That’s what I want.

“I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me what you want. Any dirty little thought you want, tell me.”

“Mitch?”

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. Whatever you want, can be yours. All you’ve got to do is ask for it.”

She gasps even louder as I rock two fingers inside her. I don’t stretch her out, getting her used to the feel of me inside her.

Drawing them back, I tease her clit, wishing I’d gotten mirrors so I could watch her. I love how she keeps arching up, thrusting her pelvis against my hand. Her tits shake with every indrawn breath.

My own cock is hard, the tip slick with pre-cum. It’s impossible to not want her.

Her reactions are natural, sweet, and every single part of her is beautiful.

I’m going to rock her entire world, and as I listen to her come, hearing those precious sounds, I know she’s going to love our time in this cabin. Bringing her down from her high, I kiss her neck just as I hear her stomach start to grumble.

“Oh, God, that is so embarrassing.”

“You’re hungry. It’s time for me to feed my girl.” Kissing her again, I move out from beneath her. “Stay here. Rest, relax. Don’t do anything.”

“Mitch, I’m not the only girl in the world to lose her virginity.”

“No, but you’re my girl, and I want you to relax, take it easy, and when I get back, we’re going to talk about some of those fantasies of yours.” I wink at her and see her face turn an even deeper shade of red.

I didn’t pick those romance novels up just for her. I read them myself, and I can’t help but wonder if Ava’s wanting a hero all to herself.

If so, I’m more than happy to oblige.

****

Ava

The following day, I don’t think I can take much more. I’ve had sex once, and already I’m addicted. I want Mitch again. In fact, I don’t want to ever stop wanting him.

Licking my lips, I watch as he dives into the pool. His body is muscular perfection. I don’t even bother trying to hide my admiration.

This man had taken my virginity, and since last night, he’s treated me like a queen, which is fine.

Only … I don’t want to be treated like a queen. For so long he’s been the man starring in many of my fantasies. The man I imagine in place of all the heroes I read about in books. I want him. I crave him.

Does he feel the same way about me?

When we woke up this morning, I felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against my ass, but he disappeared to the bathroom.

Old nerves and insecurities have started to rear their ugly heads, and I hate myself for it. If I say anything, will he put me over his knee and spank me?

Biting my lip, I can’t help but wonder what he’d do to me.

He breaks the surface at the edge of the pool, facing me, and climbs on out.

Yeah, I’ve got a lot of dirty thoughts. Really bad, dirty thoughts. I want him again. My pussy is so wet just thinking about all the things I’ve read and watched. Would it be so hard to take charge?

“I see all those dirty thoughts going on inside your head.”

Tilting my head back, I cover my eyes, trying to hide from the glaring sun. It’s early morning, and it is already fierce.

“What do you mean?”

In answer, he presses his hand between my thighs, and I gasp. The action is so sure, so confident, and it makes me burn even brighter.

“How about we make a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“You don’t lie to me, and you keep these clothes off.”

“You want me naked.”

He tugs on my bikini bottoms, and I don’t fight him as the fabric tears. Within a matter of seconds, the bikini is gone, and I’m all naked.

The smile on his lips makes it hard for me to focus on anything else.

“Spread your legs,” he says, stepping back.

Opening my legs wide, I watch him, but his gaze is between my thighs.

“Touch yourself. Stroke your pussy. Let me see you taking care of yourself.”

I’ve played with myself many times, but with Mitch watching me, it feels a million times better, dirtier, and so right.

“Let me see your clit and your cunt. That’s it. Now push two fingers inside yourself. Oh, baby, that’s fucking perfect. So sexy. Keep on pushing inside. Again, do it again.”

It is hard to keep my eyes open as he is determined to make me lose my mind. He pushes down his boxer briefs and starts to stroke himself, going from the base of his cock up to the tip and back down again, drawing back his foreskin to reveal the bulbous tip.

Pre-cum coats his cock, and I want to taste him.

I’ve watched a lot of women sucking on cock, and seeing how magnificent he looks, like an Adonis or something like that, I want to be at his mercy.

“Tell me what you want.”

How does he do that?

“I want to taste you.” My mouth is so dry, and he smiles, stepping forward.

“Good, because I can think of nothing better than having those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

He presses the tip to my lips, and I open up. Without warning, he slides inside, and I stare up the length of his body as he hits the back of my throat. For a split second, I worry, but he doesn’t give me a chance to panic as he pulls out. The tip slides across my lips, leaving a drop of his pearly white pre-cum.

I lick it up, and he goes back into my mouth.

I close my eyes, but Mitch has other ideas. He grips my hair, wrapping it around his fist, holding me in place. If I was to pull away, it would hurt.

My nipples are so incredibly tight and my core aching. I feel like a slut, a wanton, dirty slut, and there’s nothing else I want more than to have him, than to be with him.

“Don’t use your teeth. I don’t want you biting it off.”

Heat fills my cheeks, but I make sure my teeth are nowhere near his length. This time as he slides into my mouth, only my lips touch him as I suck, hard. Saliva fills my mouth, and I try to swallow it down, only some dribbles out. His dick is completely coated as he begins to pump into my mouth. I don’t wipe the saliva from my chin. I hold his cock, working his length as I saw those women do, wanting to feel his cum fill my mouth.

I’m terrified, excited, exhilarated, and desperate for more.

He doesn’t stop until I take as much of him as I can. When he’s close, he tells me to be ready.

“Don’t swallow. I want to see it in your mouth.”

His words make me even wetter. I love his groan, and I wait as he fills my mouth with wave upon wave of his cum until it’s almost overflowing.

Once he’s done, he stares down at my face, cupping my cheek.

“Now swallow.”

Closing my lips, I do as he says.

“Let me see.”

Opening my lips, I wait for him.

“Good girl.”

I cry out as he slams his lips down on mine, and kisses me. He grips my ass and surprises me again as he lifts me up in his arms. I’ll never get bored of the way he holds me. I feel like a princess in his arms.

He doesn’t stop kissing me, not even when we get to the bed, or as he slides inside me. There’s a bit of pain, but nothing I can’t handle.