It is exciting. It’s hard to breathe and I want something I can’t describe. And there is a fear of the unknown. But when Falcon walks us a few steps over. Pushing my back up against a tree. His big hand slowly sliding up my thigh. He kisses the side of my throat. I arch into him. And then, his hand between our bodies, his fingers stroke across the cotton of my panties.
Oh my! It feels like there is fire in my blood, my body hot and needing his kiss. His touch. His body. When his fingers slip beneath the cotton I freeze up. But as he strokes me open, entering me, I let out a groan of pleasure.
“Undo your buttons for me, Willow.”
It takes a moment for his words to penetrate the haze of pleasure. But then I do as he says. Undoing the buttons of my dress. Pulling it down off my shoulders. And then, because it feels so damn good being bad. I take off my bra and throw it away.
Now it is Falcon who lets out a groan of pleasure and appreciation as he sinks his face into my cleavage. Pushing me harder back against the tree, pushing his fingers deeper into me while stroking across my clit. There is a feeling building within me. My heart racing. I gasp and groan and pant. His free handpushes up my left breast, taking the nipple into his mouth he sucks.
That feeling doubles, building and growing. I think I may die. But Holy Flowers, I would die happy. His hand between my legs vibrates against me. He presses on my clit. His teeth graze against my nipple. My whole body floods and explodes with the most glorious feeling. For a moment I am flying with the birds above. Floating above the flowers.
Chapter 7
Falcon
Willow is amazing and surprising and has me going crazy with wanting her. All day I've wanted to just be closer to her. To be able to reach out and touch her. To pull her close when she laughs. To hold her and kiss her. There is no denying that I thought something might happen when I brought her up here.
I hoped something might happen.
But she has me turned inside out and kissing her, having my hands on her, it has a greater effect than I ever imagined. I want her. Of course I want her. She is sexy and beautiful and funny and strong. But I really want her. I want her to be mine. And I want to be hers. Together in every way.
I knew I was close to lost when I started kissing her. She smells like summer and tastes like forbidden fruit. Her body melts into mine. We fit. It feels so right. But from the moment she took off her bra, my soul belonged to her. There was a look in her eyes in that moment. Wild and free.
Fuck me, I want everything this woman has to give. And I want to give her all of me. With her I want to put down roots. I want to make a life together and watch it grow into something special and amazing.
As she rides her wave of pleasure, I move her panties off and undo my jeans. I’m rock hard and ready. Throbbing. Painful. All I want is to bury myself in her. But I try to maintain control. Stroking the tip of my cock along the folds of her pussy. She is wet and hot. She deserves a bed. A dinner. Roses. A limo. But all of that can come later, right now there is a physical need for release.
Holding her tight, I enter her slowly. Agonizingly slow. She is hot and wet but oh so tight. I’m a big guy. My cock is big and thick, I go slow, stretching her as I push further inside of her. Her hips around me. Those magnificent breasts are bare and free. It might not be a bed of roses, but up against a tree in the fresh spring air suits Willow beautifully.
Let her weight push her down onto my shaft, I rip through her virgin barrier. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I stop. Holding myself very still. My hands on her ass, holding her to me but not pushing in any further.
“Did I mention that this is my first time?” Willow asks.
To me she is everything that is perfect and beautiful. To know that I am her first brings forth a powerfully protective feeling in my chest. And a need to make this perfect for her. She is better than me. Better than me at everything. But at least I can do this. I just don’t want to hurt her.
“Falcon?” She whispers my name. “I’m okay. I want this. Tell me what to do.”
With a loud groan I grip her tighter. How am I meant to make it perfect when she says things like that? I am throbbing. Rock hard, thick and erect. Literally inside of her.
I kiss her hard. “Just hold on. Next time we do this in a bed and I’m going to worship you for an hour. But right now, just hold on.”
She grins. And then gasps as I let go of her weight and let her drop down on my shaft. Balls deep. Letting her feel the fullness of my cock before pulling her up and letting her down once more. Slow as I can. Loving the feel of her. But needing more. And more. She holds on as I move faster and faster. Both of us grunting and groaning. Gasping for air. Grabbing at each other. I bounce her up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing around like some erotic dance. My hands on her ass. Driving her against me. Thrusting hard and fast. Driving on towards that sweet release. Trying to saviour every moment but it is too fucking good. So fucking perfect. Her soft, fleshy curves, her mouth open as she gasps out her pleasure. Her breasts. The open air. The forest behind her. I try to hold off. I want this feeling to last forever.
She throws her head back, her breasts pushed forwards, She is riding me. Needing her release. I squeeze my hands and she grips me tight. A second later a loud roar escapes me as I thrust into her hard and fast. Pouring my seed deep within her. Holding her tight. Holding onto her goodness, her light. Feeling like she has saved me from the darkness.
Chapter 8
Falcon
Holding Willow in my arms I carry her to where my jacket fell. Arranging it as a sort of blanket I lay her down on the ground. Joining her and pulling her into my arms. Her head on my chest, I let my fingertips trail along her arm.
“I meant it when I said we will do it in a bed. And it will be perfect, I swear.”
She leans up and looks at me. My breath taken away by her beautiful smile. “This was perfect. You are perfect, Falcon. All my life I’ve known what comes next. I’ve been on track toward something. And since I came home I have felt lost and ….dull inside. But with you… I feel this excitement for life. Does that make sense?”
I almost can’t believe how lucky I am. “I feel the same way. I feel like life was dark and now it is bright again.” I feel a bit embarrassed to be so poetic about it. But the smile on Willow’s face makes it all okay.
Pulling her up my body for a kiss. My hands roaming over her body. And then I tell her. “All my life I’ve wished I could start over. And maybe we could start over together. You can teach me how to be good. And I’ll teach you how to be bad.” I say the last bit with a wicked grin.
