“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss before it continued to intensify.
“Yes, but I have to tell you something first.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’m a virgin.”
“You’re kidding me,” he said, pulling completely away.
“Don’t pull away from me as if I told you I have the plague. It’s not a disease.”
“I just don’t think that I’m the one you should be with your first time.”
“Why?”
“I’m . . . I’m just not anything special. You should want to be with someone special your first time around.”
“You are special to me.”
“Elizabeth, I . . .,” he began to say, but she cut him off.
“No. Listen, Grant. I think you are special and I want to be with you. You know the situation we are in. I might die tomorrow if things get out of hand. I don’t want to die a virgin.”
“Dying a virgin is better than giving away such a gift to someone you hardly know.”
“You talk too much, Grant,” she replied, leaning back in to kiss him.
He still felt torn, but the more that she kissed him, the more he felt her soft body pressed against his, the less he found he could object. He wanted her too, longed for her was more like it. Giving in, he slipped her dress over her head and looked at her. She looked so sexy standing there in nothing but a navy-blue lace bra and panties with thigh high pantyhose and the heels on her feet.
“Did you wear that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted you to want me. I want you to fuck me. None of this slow and sweet nonsense because I haven’t done this before. I want you to throw me across the bed and make me scream and beg for you not to stop.”
Grant looked at her, shocked. Wasn’t it every woman’s dream to be taken slowly and romantically for the first time, to experience it as a loving experience? Apparently not, at least not the ever-surprising Elizabeth Lowery.
“Tie me up,” she told him. “Tie me up and deflower me.”
“Jesus,” Grant breathed, not sure that he was up for being as forceful as she was asking him to be with someone so delicate. He wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before, didn’t love it or that he hadn’t just recently dreamed about taking her in much that same manner. Fuck it. She wanted it that way and he wanted her. Rather than discussing it further, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom and dropping her on his bed.
She crawled to the center and spread out across the bed. Grant climbed on top of her, pinning her down between his powerful thighs and reached sideways into the nightstand. He grabbed the heavy shackles he had discovered there, not his, but apparently the cabin has seen its share of kink already. Pulling one arm toward the headboard, he fastened the shackle around her wrist and then did the same with the other. Despite her boldness, he could see just a hint of fear in her eyes and stopped for a moment to look at her.
“Are you sure this is what you want? You can say no if you don’t. It’s not too late.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, holding his gaze.
He watched her laying there, completely exposed to him as she waited for him to take her. Slipping free of his clothes, his cock sprang forward, already hard and wanton. He leaned forward and kissed her, letting his tongue explore her mouth hungrily. He felt her body relax again beneath him as he stopped and grabbed the remaining shackles to secure her ankles to the bed. Standing back, he looked at her laying there, spread open, willing. Leaning across her from one side of the bed, he reached between her and the bed to unsnap her bra and push it upward. Her breasts fell free, two soft yet firm perfect globes with hard pink nipples just begging for his mouth on them.
“Beautiful, he told her.”
Realizing he had made a mistake, he frowned and got off the bed, reaching for his pants. Her eyes widened as he pulled something free of one pocket and held it outward, flicking it quickly open to reveal its razor-sharp blade. She looked horrified as he leaned in toward her and used it to cut through first one strap of the bra and then the other since he had forgotten he wouldn’t be able to remove it with her secured. Laying the knife to one side and tossing the ruined bra onto the floor, he leaned in and began slowly circling one nipple with his tongue.
Elizabeth moaned and pushed her head back into the pillow as he teased her gorgeous tits with his mouth before finally moving down her center in a short trail of kisses. Tilting his head to one side, he bit gently into her side, enjoying the way she gasped and seized at the unexpected nibble. She might be completely inexperienced, but she was loving every moment of this. Straddling her, he wet his hand with spit and slicked it along his throbbing dick before slipping it between her breasts and pushing them together, tit fucking her as she tried to lean forward to lick the protruding head each time it appeared.
He groaned at how it felt, her incredibly soft skin hugging his aching manhood as he got lost in the way she felt against him. He was so hard he felt like he could fuck his way through a wall and would to get to her. Shifting to one side, he reached between her legs, pushing her panties to one side to stroke her clit. She writhed about, sensitive to his touch, unused to being teased by such rough fingers.
“You ever touch yourself like this?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Have you been thinking about me while you do it?”
“Yes,” she replied, biting down on her lip as he increased his strokes, putting heavy pressure on her clit.
He could feel the wetness soaking through the dark lace of her panties as she grew more and more excited. It only made him want her more. This was only the beginning of what he wanted to do to her perfect, smooth body. She was completely unmarked by scars, moles, or freckles, except for the scar running down her right arm. It was long and thick, still pink and healing. It made him angry to know the Dire Wolves had marred her perfect body.
He wanted to tear each one of them apart, limb by limb, but that would be another day. Right now, he was lost in the beauty laying beneath him on the bed. Her body jerked and twisted as he aggressively massaged her clit, pinching it between two fingers and milking it like a tiny cock. He both saw and felt the explosion as it ripped through her body, sending a flood of come to soak her panties even more, but he wasn’t about to stop with just that.
Instead, he continued until she had come several more times, moaning and panting even as she begged him to stop teasing and fuck her. It only fueled him to torment her more. He enjoyed the way she melted into his hands, her hot soaked pussy wrapping around his fingers as he finally slipped two of them inside her and began to stroke back and forth.
“Your cock! Please, I want your cock inside of me. Please, Grant,” she pleaded.
“Not yet. I’ll get to that in time.”
Instead, he moved downward, his hands drifting along her legs, feeling the smoothness of her perfectly defined thighs as he spread her knees apart. The chains attached to the shackles stretched out along the bed as he pulled her knees up and opened her tight hole up to him. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue along her pink folds, sending her into a frenzy again. She was so sensitive now that the slightest touch was sending her into a twisted mix of pleasure and pain and he loved watching her squirm. He licked her clean, enjoying the taste of her creamy pussy before circling her clit with his mouth and suckling it.
Her hips jerked forward, almost bucking him off, trying to get some relief from the intensity, but he held on, lapping and sucking at her throbbing pinkish red nub until she once again screamed and bucked with another orgasm. He lapped it up eagerly as it flowed along her folds and across his tongue. He was so hard he could barely stand it himself, but he didn’t ease up.
“I can’t take anymore. Please. Please, Grant,” she begged.
Grant knotted up the thin material of the panties he had pushed aside in order to eat her out and jerked it backward, ripping them off and tossing them sideways as he straddled her and plunged his cock into her. A sound escaped her that sounded something between a scream and a grunt as he took her maidenhead with one deep stroke, breaking through the thin barrier and claiming it for his own. It was his now. No one could ever have it but him and he found that made him happy.
His hands slipped beneath her, grasping her tender backside tightly as he forced her hips upward against each of his strokes, enjoying the way she sounded as she whimpered and moaned. Reaching down, he quickly snapped the locks on the shackles around her ankles sideways, freeing her legs and wrapping them around him as he fucked her. It was heated, primal - perfection. Their bodies quickly became a blur of motion as he fucked her wildly until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He tried to pull free to come on her beautiful tits, but it was too late. Instead, he exploded inside her.
He didn’t bother pulling out now that it was too late. Instead, he reached up and unlocked the shackles around her wrists and pulled her sideways, their bodies curling around one another like a pair of lazy cats on a hot summer day. He felt more at ease than he had for a very long time. She smiled happily up at him as he brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her.
“That was incredible.”
“Yes, it was. I want to do that with you all the time.”
“Sounds like the best idea I’ve heard for a while.”