Chapter 4

Nicholas

She’s running. The young blonde who caught my eye runs from the visions of sex and satisfaction, toward the line of palms. It has to be her first time here.

I follow.

I’ve never seen something I’ve wanted and not gone for it. I want her. I want her body against mine, her pussy tightening on my cock as I pulse inside her. Raw, skin on skin. I want it and I’m going to get it.

I stride across the sand, drawn on by her temerity. She seems innocent, the wide-eyed look, the flush which crept up her neck at the moans. Fucking perfection. I’ll make her groan and writhe just like that.

I catch up to her beneath the palms. She leans against one of them, her head tilted back to expose an expanse of succulent neck, her eyes closed. One hand is between her legs, pressed against the fabric of her teeny tiny dress.

“It’s only worse if you run,” I say.

She gasps and opens her eyes, snaps her arms to her sides. “W-what?”

“Delayed gratification. It made you hot, seeing them like that,” I say. “Why run?”

“I – It’s my first time,” she says. Her voice is smooth and sweet, almost musical, but not too high-pitched. A fine wine.

“I’ll show you around,” I say, and gesture to the picnic spot up ahead. Blankets have already been laid out on the sand, between the torches, next to baskets. None of the partygoers have moved over to them yet. They’re all high on the arrival.

“No, I mean –” She sucks in a breath and chews on one full bottom lip. “It’s my first time ever… having sex. I’m a virgin.”

My cock stiffens, immediately, desperate to be free and claim her. “That’s good,” I say, and take a single step closer. “You want to lose it.” That has to be why she’s here.

“Yes,” she says.

I don’t ask why. It’s not important, right now, only that she wants this. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, she breathes hard and glances down at the front of my pants. She presses her lips together.

“You don’t mind?” she asks, softly. “That I’m a – that it’s my first time?”

I close the distance between us in two strides and press my body against hers, my crotch into her abdomen. “Does it feel like I mind?” I capture her dainty wrists in my fingers, encircle them and pin them above her head. I grind into her, real slow, and her eyelids flutter.

“Oh – my,” she whispers.

“I’ll take it for you,” I say.

Her lips part, she nods ever so slightly, and I release her from the tree, and lead her back to the beach where the blankets wait. I slip her dress off her shoulders and expose perky tits, tan lines from a bikini cutting across her skin, pale triangles around pink nipples, and her pussy, hairless.

The gentle thrum of music and the ocean itself provide the perfect backdrop.

I take her hand and place it on my dick, still trapped by my pants.

She gasps. “It’s big. It’s too –”

I unzip the pants for her, draw out my length and place her hand on it. It’s big, all right, thick and hungry for her, already wet from the anticipation of claiming her first time, claiming her virginity as mine.

She strokes my shaft, runs fingers over my head. I take her hand again, this time to guide her down onto the blanket. She lies back, brown eyes wide, her lips parted. I can’t see the rest of her face, but I can tell this rocks her world, her very existence.

“I –” she stammers and looks down at her body, her tits bouncing slightly, so full and begging to be touched, to be sucked and licked.

“I’ll go slow,” I say, and lie down on top of her. Christ, it’s been so fucking long since I’ve had a woman, especially one who’s this gorgeous, untouched, and smells of ocean, champagne, and light, floral perfume.

I’m already throbbing for her, fucking aching to be inside her and feel the velvet warmth of her walls, the tight wetness.

I brace myself on my elbows, then reach between us and slide my fingers between her pussy lips. She’s swollen and dripping, so wet she’s already dripped all over her thighs. We haven’t even kissed yet and she’s this ready for me.

She trembles.

I stroke her clitoris, a gentle flick made slippery with her own juices.

She throws her arms around my neck and cries out.

“That’s right,” I say. “I’m going to make you come.” I kiss her cheek open mouthed, and trail a line of hot kisses to her ear lobe, then suck it. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t remember yourself,” I whisper, and circle her clit. “You’re mine now.”

She digs her nails into my shirt, and I like it that way. She’s naked, and I’ve got my shirt and pants on, just my dick out, seeking her.

I place it at her slick yet tiny entrance and guide it slowly.

She tenses and I move away from her ear, back to her lips. “Slow,” I promise, then part her lips with mine and taste her mouth. “Slow. Say you want it. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want it,” she whispers. “I’m yours. Take me.”