“You’re joking.” But I know he’s not.
His hands cup my breasts and his lips nip at my neck. I can feel the hardness of his cock against my back and I want to walk away and not need him, but I’ve become pliant under his touch.
“I’ll be back when I’m on leave.”
“You’ll meet other girls.”
He sucks on my skin and I know he’ll leave a mark. “Not like you.”
“Don’t go.”
My bra is a front fastener and he undoes it easily, too skilled, and starts to play with my nipples.
“If I stay, what do I do here? I become a gardener and work for my dad. If I go, I make a career. Become something.”
“You are something.” I twist round and straddle him so I can see his face. He pushes my top off over my head, leaving me exposed to him from the waist up. My breasts have grown since I’ve last seen him, gone up by a cup size and I think he’s noticed.
I wonder if he’s noticed enough to fuck me, something he’s refused to do.
“I’m not something enough.” He pulls me closer to him and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, then harder. His hand cups my other breast, teasing the tip and I know I’ve pressed my centre to his hard cock, wanting the friction.
I want him in me. If this is going to be our last day I want to have it all with him.
“You’re enough for me.” I manage to get the words out as my eyes roll back in my head. He knows how to take me to the edge, to push me closer and closer to breaking over him and then pausing, making me whisper his name to the trees.
Ben says nothing, just swaps to my other breast, nipping and sucking, playing. My hands go to his trousers and undo his fly, grasping his cock and making him groan.
“I want you in me.”
He moves his head away and pushes my tits together, his eyes heavy with need making me feel like the most powerful being on earth.
“We can’t.”
“Why? I’m on the Pill.” A new addition. A hopeful addition. And no one wanted any children out of wedlock, not for a princess.
“Let me make you come with my fingers.”
“I want you to fuck me before you go away. I want you to be my first.” These are words I’ve said before, about being my first.
“We can’t.”
I slide my hands into his trousers and take hold of his cock. I’ve nothing to compare it to except the porn I’ve sneakily watched with Elise and that’s enough to tell me that Ben’s big. I know he’d hurt, but I want that pain. I want him to break through into me, to feel the burn with the stretch from something more than his fingers.
His hands slip down to my jeans to undo them, finding my underwear and pushing it down my thighs with my jeans. I know I’m wet. My body responds easily, hungrily. I’ve had nights at school where I’ve brought myself to quiet orgasms thinking about Ben’s hands, his chest, his tongue. I’ve been ready for him for days, if not months.
Heat palpates my body as he cups my sex, pushing a finger in the crease of my folds and onto my clit. I hold onto his shoulders, knowing what is coming and he pushes one finger gently into me, encouraging me to ride his hand.
“Your tits have gone huge. They bounce when you move.”
“They’re embarrassing.”
“Beg to differ. They’re fucking gorgeous. I could come just looking at them.”
“You can look at them and come inside me.”
He groans, his eyes flitting between my tits and eyes.
“Please.”
