"No one has ever gone down on me before."
"Then expect it every day for the duration of your stay."
He gives me that bright smile of his that could light up a room, and goddamn it if I'm not falling a little bit in love with him rightnow. I hide my face in the crook of his neck as our breathing starts to slow down.
"Would you ever leave this place?"
"Are you asking for a specific reason?"
"Just wondering."
"I go by the old adage that home is where the heart is. I'll always follow my heart."
I kiss his bearded cheek and inhale deeply of his scent. Pine and the woods. That's what he smells like. I lift myself up and straddle him, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards my entrance. His eyes are bright with mischief as I slide down to claim him.
He groans when he's fully inside me, but I'm a girl with a mission. I start slowly, feeling every inch of his coming and going inside me. His hands are on my hips, not guiding me, just acting like an anchor so I don't lose my rhythm.
His eyes constantly search my face to see if I'm enjoying him as much as he's enjoying me. This man worries about my pleasure before his, and I find that oddly attractive. I increase the speed of my movements as my climax grows near.
The problem is, I just can't seem to get there. I need more. More friction, more of his presence. I need him on top of me, taking me, making me his.
"Harrison, I need…"
It's like he's reading my mind, he flips us in a move I don't quite understand, and now I'm pinned by his weight, his forearms caging my face. All I can think of and feel is him. This is what I need right now, and as he starts thrusting deep inside me I let go of myself completely.
My legs go around his waist, this time making sure he knows he belongs to me as well. His movements are hard and fast and I feel like I'm being nailed to the forest floor. I don't mind. The intensity of his movements get me closer and closer until I burst.
I scream his name into the lake and let my moans escape as he rides out my orgasm. I squeeze him tight with my legs and he follows with his own release. I can feel his hot jets of cum paint my womb. It's like nothing I've ever felt before.
He collapses on top of me, but I don't mind his weight. I welcome it. He places a kiss on my lips and then flips us over again so that I'm stretched out over his body. The position is intimate and vulnerable, but also feels right, the way it never has before.
Chapter 7
Harrison
Things are moving faster than I thought possible, but it doesn't matter because every moment I'm with Iris I fall harder and harder for her. The problem is, I don't know how to express my feelings to her without sounding too pushy. I want this to be her choice, and her choice alone.
She stirs in my arms and opens her eyes. I smile down at her so that she knows I'm right here with her. She lifts herself up and gives me a look.
"Can I sketch you now?"
"I don't know. People will actually see me buck naked? I'm not so comfortable with that."
"Let me sketch you and I can show you. You might think they are great."
I give her my best doubtful look and try to pull her back into my arms. She's determined, though, and gets up to find her sketchbook and art materials.
"Stay lying there just like that, Harrison."
I'm feeling a bit vulnerable, being naked for all to see, but her face is serious, meaning this is important to her. If it's important to her, it's important to me. So I just lay back and let her sketch to her heart's content. After about thirty minutes I'm getting a little antsy.
I didn't know this posing gig would be so intense. Finally, she puts the sketchbook down and starts getting dressed. I follow suit, not knowing what else to do.
"Can I see?"
"Oh, sure. Here you go."
She hands me the notebook and I start flipping pages. A lot of the drawings are of my face and my features. There's a bunch others of my body in general, but none of them are revealing. When I reach the last page, I see my face with my eyes glazed in pleasure from our encounter.
