We skip the swimming altogether.

She’s going to be mine soon.

“Why don’t you get undressed,” I tell her as I take off my blazer, tossing it casually onto one of the chairs.

The bed is a big four poster bed with a thick mattress and box spring. She stands next to it and the bed comes up to her waist.

I’d love to just bend her over the bed and take her from behind, sinking my cock deep into her pussy, filling her beyond her wildest dreams.

But no, it’s going to be better to take it slow.

She wants me. I can see it in her eyes. But there’s something else too, something like fear. Why would that be?

Is she intimidated by the famous Ryan Hudson? Has my reputation preceded me?

Whatever, it’s not important. The important thing is: her.

And that she wants me.

Her demeanor changes a little as she gets undressed. At first, she’s moving stiffly, like an automaton, or like she’s nervous as hell. She bends her body forward, her hand resting on the mattress for balance. She bends her knee back, moving those silky perfect legs, until her shoe is within reach of her arm. I watch with delight as she takes it off.

But what comes next is even better. She pushes a piece of shoulder fabric from the dress down and to the side, exposing more of her perfect neck, and her shoulder, which is delicate and refined.

Her hair seems wilder now, and she appears to me as an untamed wild woman, a sexy siren who I must conquer.

I move towards her, conscious of my growing cock, and pull her body an inch until her back is pressed against me. My cock’s growing fast, pressing against her ass, fully erect but encased in my pants. It longs to be free, and to plunge deep inside her.

Slow, I remind myself. Take it slow.

“I’ll help you with that,” I whisper into her ear, before kissing the bottom of it, and then the nape of her neck.

She breathes out a sigh of relief, a sigh almost of ecstasy, and her whole body relaxes against me.

I take her dress down, pulling it over her breasts, which burst out, still looking magnificent in their bra. Her ass is something to behold when the dress comes off of it.

Her body is simply fucking stunning.

“You’re going to fuck me?” she says.

I chuckle. “That’s what I want to do,” I say.

“I want you to… fuck me,” she says.

“Wait,” I say. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need.”

I kiss her again on her neck, and move my left hand to cup her breast in my hand.

She moans, and her neck turns, her head turning back to me. I press my face against hers, devouring her mouth with mine.

So much for taking it slow. The delicate touch of my mouth now becomes a vicious kiss, my tongue lapping her up. Our tongues are pressed together.

“I need you,” she says, breaking away from my kiss. Both my hands are on her breasts. Her nipples are rock hard, and I let my fingers trace them, enjoying them, savoring them.

“What happened to the nervous girl at the bar?” I growl in her ear. “Now you want me.”

“I wanted you then,” she says. “How did you know I was nervous?”

“I knew,” I say simply. “What’s your name?”

“Lily,” she says.

“You know my name?”

She nods.

That’s enough for me.

Her dress is around her ankles, and I cup her ass cheeks with my palms. She’s wearing skimpy lace underwear that I enjoy for a moment, feeling it under my hands, before yanking it down in one swift motion, exposing her delicious ass.

I unbuckle my belt, which falls down heavily with a clank. Unzipping my pants with one swift motion, I reach in and free my cock, which is fully erect, ready to burst, just screaming at me for the satisfaction it craves.

A moment later, a condom is on my cock, and my swollen cock head is pressed against her ass, not quite near her pussy. I relish the sensation for a moment, as I guide her body down towards the bed. She pushes herself down even further, smushing her breasts against the mattress. I gaze down her long, beautiful back, and admire her ass.

So much for going slow, I tell myself.

She turns her head to look at me.

Her lipsticked mouth is pursed, and her eyes shine, and for a moment I regret not letting her go down on me first before fucking her.

She opens her mouth for a moment, and at first I think she wants my cock in her mouth. Hell, I’d go for that.

But now it looks like she’s about to say something.

My body is pressed against her ass. My cock is yearning, swollen and aching beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.

Nothing comes out of her mouth.

I pause for a moment.

“What is it?” I growl.

“I’ve never…”

She pauses again.

“You’ve never what?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve never done it like this before?” I say, thinking she’s talking about me taking her from behind, which is strange, since as far as I know it’s a common enough sex position.

“I’ve never had sex before.”

“You’re a virgin?” I growl back, feeling my lips turn up at the corners. A string of filthy, delicious thoughts fill my head: untamed virgin flesh. She’s going to be tight, fucking tight. I’m going to be the first to conquer her beautiful virgin body.

“Yes,” she says, barely able to get the words out.

“I’ll be gentle,” I growl.

“I think I need to go slow,” she says.

“That’s fine,” I say, forcing myself to step back away from her. My cock practically screams out when I take it away from where it’s pressed into her ass cheeks.

I pause for a moment to remove my shirt, my pants, my socks, and my shoes, and now I get onto the bed next to her. She’s still folded over the edge of the bed, her legs looking long as they stretch down to the floor, where her toes barely connect with the ground.

I turn next to her, facing her head. Her hair is hanging loosely over one eye, and she looks up at me, her eyes seemingly filled with something… something I can’t quite capture.

“I can’t do it,” she says.

“I’ll be gentle,” I say.

“I can’t… it’s just too much. I don’t even know you.”

I shrug.

“That’s fine,” I say.

My cock is positively aching. It’s still rock hard.

But she’s made up her mind.