Candace

Luke passed Lyla’s and drove towards his own cabin.

“Where are we going?” I asked, starting to feel pressure that he was taking me to his place, his bed.

“I’m taking you home,” he said calmly, giving me a strange look.

We passed his cabin, and a part of me was disappointed. I’d thought about having sex with him the entire ride home, but I didn’t like the feeling of losing control.

His truck pulled up to one of the cabins he’d just built. He left his headlights shining towards the front door and then turned towards me.

I was in shock. I knew what this was, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen so quickly.

“This is mine?” I asked.

“It is,” he grinned.

“Can I see it?” I beamed, jerking on the truck door.

“You can do more than see it; you can stay here,” he laughed.

I didn’t have any furniture; all my stuff was at Lyla’s. I couldn’t stay, but I did want to see it. I jumped from the truck and rushed towards the door. Sully was on my shoulder, chirping and clucking at my excitement as Luke handed me the key.

I couldn’t believe I had a key to my own place. I was on my own, independent for the first time in my life.

I turned the key and opened the door, and Luke flipped on the light.

A small couch was already there, and so was a kitchen table with two chairs, a fridge, and a coffee maker. As I walked towards the back I saw a bed and all my clothes hanging in the closet.

“Who did all this?” I gasped.

“Lyla brought your stuff over, but we have teams that come in and furnish our new cabins,” he explained.

“Wow.” I fell onto my bed, feeling the soft comforter push around my shape.

“There’s a store in town that you can go to and use vouchers to buy whatever you need,” he said.

I stared up at him from my mattress, my body beginning to tingle. Sully had already scurried from my hair and found a place on the small chair by the window.

“Turn off the light,” I whispered.

Luke seemed to freeze. His eyes searched mine for answers, for an explanation of what I was asking.

“I want to be with you,” I said softly, reaching for his hand.

He flipped the switch and let me take his hand and pull him onto me.

“Are you sure?” he whispered as his weight pushed me into the mattress.

“I’m sure,” I insisted.

Our mouths met, lips soft and slick as they pressed together. My mouth parted, letting him inside, my tongue meeting his with an eagerness I’d never had.

That feeling was back, and it was in charge. A cold shower wouldn’t tame it this time, and I wasn’t willing to touch myself before Luke had.

His hands caressed me slowly and firmly along my sides, stopping each time before reaching my breasts. I arched against him, urging him to touch me.

A small lamp was glowing from the other room, giving off just enough light to see the shape of his frame. My eyes closed, allowing him to take control, something I knew would take complete trust.

He lifted from me, his weight gone, leaving me breathless, weightless, hungry for his warmth against me once again. “I need protection,” Luke gasped, his voice drowning in desperation.

I slid up, my body trembling with desire. I didn’t have anything.

“I have something in my truck,” he leaned down, kissing me softly on the forehead before disappearing from the room.

I quickly undressed, sliding under the covers before he returned.

His teeth were bright as he smiled in the dark. I squirmed under the covers, and then tossed them back to invite him in. He tore his shirt from over his head, quickly undid his pants, and the shadow of light was just enough to give me the first glimpse of his manhood. His hand worked the wrapper open, and then slid the protection along his length. He slid into the bed, pulling me into his warmth, and kissing me gently on the neck.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered.

His sweet voice vibrated through my ear to my breasts, sending a strong urgency through my entire body.

“Kiss my breasts,” I whispered, pushing towards his mouth.

I moaned at his touch, the first flick of his tongue on my flesh. My hands roamed his body, exploring the ripples of his abs, the curves of his arms, and then the girth of his penis, ready and waiting for its turn at play.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I gasped as he positioned himself above me, his hardness pressing against me with aggression and need.

He pulled up, his eyes staring into mine, barely able to make anything out except shape in the dim light. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but before I could speak, he was inside me, spreading me open and pushing me into the soft mattress. Moans rolled from my throat as Luke kissed my neck, my earlobe, and then my mouth.

His motions were slow, steady, and brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over. I’d been brought there before, but never nudged off the cliff. Each stroke I was closer, teetering on the edge and nearly falling, but I couldn’t let go. I was afraid. Of what, I wasn’t sure.

“Let go,” Luke whispered in my ear.

My eyes closed, and I focused on the motion of our bodies, rocking together, becoming one. The edge became closer, and I dangled from it. Luke’s tongue reached my breast as my back arched from pleasure, and I let go.

Fear disappeared as I soared from the cliff, moans of excitement and pleasure exploding from my lips. Luke’s body exploded with mine, syncing with the same rhythm of pulses, fast, then faster, then slow and powerful.

I melted into the mattress, into Luke’s arms.

My body began to tense as his weight pressed into me. He quickly rolled from me, resting on his side. I wondered if he could feel my tension, anticipate it maybe. Either way, I knew he would never do anything to hurt me, to make me uncomfortable, and I knew that I could trust him completely.