I slip a finger inside, collecting the wetness. I add another and watch her face—the flutter of her eyelashes, the tiny wince in the corner of her mouth.
“You can take me,” I tell her, and the wrinkle between her brows disappears. She’s so damn responsive to my commands.
We stay like that, joined by my fingers inside her. I toy with her, exploring her wet heat, hooking a finger around to find the rough patch on the front wall of her pussy and swirling over the ridges until it swells.
She’s already come twice, her pleasure painted pink on cheeks and chest. The next time she comes, I’ll be inside her.
“I’m going to put my dick here,” I tell her, being crude on purpose. I have three fingers at her entrance, stretching her. “Inside you. I’m the only man who will have you this way.”
Now and forever.The thought flashes through my mind, and I push it away.
She nods, looking nervous and eager at the same time. It’s too much. I slide my fingers out of her and yank off my flannel shirt so fast, I lose a few buttons. My undershirt and jeans get tossed on the pile. Her eyes widen at the sight of my dick but she doesn’t scramble away.
I fist my cock, squeezing hard to stay my orgasm. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. I’ve gotta make this good for her. I can’t forget myself.
I get close enough to run a finger over the soft pad of her lips. “One day, I’ll fuck you here.”
Her eyes grow heavy and her lips part, allowing my finger to penetrate her mouth.
Fuck.If I don’t stop now, I’m going to blow.
She reaches for me then hesitates.
“You can touch me, baby. I want you to.”
“Like this?” She runs a finger up the side of my dick and it jerks. She pulls away, so I take her hand and guide it. Her fingers are small and dainty, and the sight of them clutching my cock threatens to make me explode.
I cast about for something to distract me. Anything. “The last time you tried to come up here. This summer, when you got a flat. Were you…?”
“Trying to give you my virginity?” She nods. “That was attempt number one.”
And I lectured her about her tires and sent her home. “I’m an idiot.”
“My seduction technique needs work.” She touches her thumb to the head of my dick, gathering the precum and spreading it around. Then she wraps her fingers around the shaft and gives it a tug.
My thighs tremble as I fight the urge to spill in her hand. “Your technique is just fine.” I pull her hand away. “You’re too good.”
She narrows her eyes like she doesn’t believe me. I trace her soft lips again.
“Before, when you were on your knees… I couldn’t stop thinking of this. Then I hated myself for it,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“How can someone like me ever hope to deserve you?”
She grabs my hand and kisses it. “I want you.”
I shift so I can line myself up with her pussy. It’s now or never, or I’m gonna come on my sheets.
I stop. “I don’t have a condom.” How could I be so stupid? This cabin has been my haven, my place of hibernation. I live like a monk. “I’ve never had a girl up here.”
“It’s okay.” Lainey’s hips jerk towards mine, silently begging. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’ve been tested. I don’t have anything. Any STDs.”
“Neither do I,” she tells me, solemn.
I pass a hand over her, memorizing the curve of her belly, the generous swell of her hips. My work-rough hands are tanned and stained with ink, obscene beside her pure flesh. An angel and an abomination. The sacred and the profane.
