Everything about Justine is better than I imagined. I’ve known her only a handful of hours, but her body opens to me like we have done this thousands of times.

With my cock between her too perfect tits, I thank my lucky stars that I’m the only man to have been this close with her.

“Your cock is so thick, Ryder. I didn’t expect it to be like this,” she tells me. The tip of my cock is so close to her mouth and when she reaches behind me and runs her hand over my bare ass, I groan in pleasure. Her touch feels so damn good, and having my cock right between her tits is nearly more than I can take.

“Well, I can goddamn guarantee it’s the best cock you’ll ever have,” I tell her as I begin to move between her tits, massaging the perfect round globes, her nipples nice and hard.

I thrust my cock between her breasts, I can’t help but wonder the exact same thing.

Her hands reach up and run over my ladder of abs as my hard shaft pumps against her bare skin. Her eyes close as my rigid cock gets ready to explode.

“I’m gonna come,” I tell her.

“Then come closer,” she tells me, lifting her lips to my cock. The angle isn’t ideal, but her mouth surrounds my length as her lips suction around me. I come fast against her mouth. Her eyes widened as I release myself inside her mouth, and she swallows my come like she was made for me.

I imagine my come sliding down her throat, filling her belly. And I know she likes what she tastes. When I finish, she slowly removes my cock from her mouth as if she doesn’t want it to end. Her tongue twirls around the tip as if not wanting to miss a single drop.

“You taste like...”

“Shortbread?” I tease.

She laughs and then tries to stop by pressing her lips together. “No, you taste like salted caramel ice cream.”

“Damn, and you didn’t even lick my cone.” I pull her up, both of us kneeling before one another. I push back her hair and hold it in my hand, forcing her chin to lift and her eyes to meet mine.

“You are so fucking amazing,” I tell her. And then I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her on top of me. I need her pussy around my cock, and I need it now.

We look at one another, my growing cock between us. Her hand wraps around my shaft and I groan as she fondles my balls. She may be a virgin, but she seems to understand what I need.

“Why are you single?” she asks, looking down at me.

“Never found a woman worth giving my life up for.”

“So, that’s what a relationship means to you, too much sacrifice?” she asks with a smile splayed across her lips.

“Naw, I just don’t think I’ll find a woman who will want to live out here with me,” I tell her.

“You get lonely up here?”

“Lonely? Sure. But then I just close my eyes and think about a woman like you. It gets me off in no time.”

“So you jerk off all by yourself up here in the woods?”

“You judging me? Cause I’m guessing you’ve gotten yourself off alone plenty of times if you’re a twenty-four-year-old virgin.”

Justine laughs, and I like that I can talk so easily with her. There’s no pretense here, she’s not beating around the bush or shying away from questions that might be awkward.

She may be innocent sexually, but she knows who she is, she knows what she likes what she doesn’t. She knows what wants. And that’s a fucking turn on, a woman who is her own person, apart from whatever a man might bring to the table. Strong and resilient, not meek and mild.

“I suppose you’re right,” she agrees. “I have a vibrator or two.”

When she talks about a battery-operated boyfriend, heat rises coloring her cheeks.

“You’re so damn cute when you blush,” I tell her.

“Shush,” she says as my cock begins to throb with excitement. Her hand-job is getting me all primed for her tight pussy.

“I need you, woman,” I tell her. “Are you ready?”

She looks down at me greedily, straddling me with my cock in her hand, she runs her hand up and down it, as I harden against her touch.

“I need you too, Ryder. I’ve been waiting a very long time for this.”

I gently slap her ass and she lifts herself up ever so slightly, my cock nearing her pussy. “Are you scared?” I ask.

She just shakes her head, letting herself sink against me, inch by inch.

“It hurts,” she whispers. Her eyes close and I find her hands, lacing my fingers through them. Then I pull her lower against me, our chests pressed against one another. Her pussy is full of my cock, and it makes me feel like the luckiest goddamn fool. I leave soft kisses against her swollen lips, wanting to seal this moment in my memory forever.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “The pain will pass.” I grind slowly against her, my cock moving deeper inside of her.

I wrap an arm around her waist and around her shoulders, then I roll her over, resting above her.

Pushing her hair from her forehead, I look deep into her eyes as I move against her.

“Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she moans as I move in deeper and deeper until she’s completely filled by me. “Now it feels...”

“You’re right, baby. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels right.”

I want this moment to last forever, this moment when I don’t just take her virginity. There’s a moment where I give her a piece of my heart.

We exchange something in this moment when she is filled with me and I’m filled with her and our eyes are locked and our hands are held. In that moment, it’s as if together, we can get through anything. Be anything. Go anywhere. In this moment I am hers and she is mine.

I know in her mind this won’t last forever. It is meant to be for a night.

But a few hours with Justine in my arms, and I already know she has changed me.

And I don’t know how I could go back to a life without her.

Tomorrow I’ll take her to an airport and she will fly home. So if all we have is one night, I’m going to do my damnedest to make it count.