God, this was really happening. I’d never even thought about being with a man, seeing myself in this situation.

Otto made me question what I wanted out of life. Before him and this situation I’d never thought about what I wanted for a future, never thought I particularly had one outside of the walls of my home. It had been about surviving, staying hidden, and hoping things worked out.

But I had nothing and no one now.

No; you have Otto.

He grabbed me behind the head, tangling his big hand in my hair, and moved up my body to claim my mouth again. For long moments we kissed, our moans matching in intensity. When he pulled back I was disappointed, but sucked in a lungful of air, my arousal consuming me.

He leaned back, this dark, aroused look covering his face. He looked down the length of my body, taking in every inch of my form, seeming to memorize every curve and dip.

“Give yourself to me, only me, always me.” He stared right in my eyes. “I can make you feel good, make sure you’re happy, content. I can take care of you.”

“I want you,” I said boldly.

He made this low animalistic sound in the back of his throat. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

A shiver worked its way up my spine. He leaned closer so he had his mouth by my ear now. He had his hand between my legs, his fingers moving along my slick folds.

“You’re primed for me,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and found myself moaning, thrusting my breasts against his hard, powerful chest. Otto slid his other hand up my arm, over my bare shoulder, and moved his palm back down to my chest, settling right over my breast.

He made me feel small, protected. Otto leaned in until I felt his lips along my jaw. I loved the stubble from his cheek as it slightly abraded my flesh. Inhaling deeply, I took in his intoxicating scent, the aroma that made him all male. I closed my eyes and absorbed the pleasure moving through me.

Otto moved his mouth along my neck, stroking my skin with his tongue. Goosebumps formed along my body, making me feel exposed, bared in the best of ways.

He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Are you ready for me, Sansa? Are you ready to be mine?”

I shivered in response, unable to help myself. I’d never been more ready than I was now. “Yes,” I said softly.

His stiff dick pressed against my inner thigh, so big and long, hard and massive. I might be a virgin, might not know much about the world or the opposite sex, but my mother had taught me enough to know what to expect. She’d told me about men and women, about how men reacted to females, how their bodies responded. I know how sex worked, how it felt good, created babies.

I knew enough to know what to expect. And I anticipated this.

“I’m so on edge I’m barely hanging on.” Our breathing was loud, identical. Otto smoothed a finger along my cheek, his gaze on my mouth. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue now between them. He tasted potent, powerful. He tasted like he was mine the way I was his.

“You’re all mine,” he groaned against my mouth, his voice deep. He moved his thumb along the pulse right below my ear. He gently bit my bottom lip, and a gasp left me.

I had my hands on his chest, his muscles firm beneath my palms, the strength pouring off of him. He growled out, grabbed my wrists in a firm but gentle hold, and brought my arms above my head. I was stretched out for him, at his mercy.

“Yes,” I found myself saying.

He leaned down and ran his tongue along the arch of my throat. I moaned out for more. Before I knew what was happening he had me on my belly. I felt him smooth his hand over the length of my spine. My heart was beating in my throat, and I heard it in my ears.

Everything was happening so fast, but I didn’t want it to stop.

He ground his erection against my ass, and I closed my eyes and bit my lip. He was huge, and I wished he’d take off his clothes so I could feel all of him. As if he read my mind, he moved away only long enough to all but tear his clothes off. I looked over my shoulder and felt my eyes widen. I knew Otto would stretch me to the point I’d feel like I was splitting in two.

His erection was long, thick, and massive. Otto grabbed himself and started stroking.

“You like watching me?”

“Yes,” I said instantly.

“This is all for you.” He took a step closer. “This will only ever be for you.” Otto was back on top of me a second later, his bare erection now on my naked ass. A gasp left me at the heat that came from him.

He placed his hands on either side of my outer thighs, and slowly moved them up, his hands warm, big, calloused. They were working man hands. He pressed his dick in the crease of my ass. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” His words were low and deep, and I bit my lip.

“Yes.” I inhaled deeply.

“It’s my first time as well.” Although maybe that shouldn’t have surprised me, seeing as he lived out here in the middle of nowhere, the fact we’d lose our virginities to each other had this warmth filling me.

He moved down the length of my body until I felt his warm breath along the top of my ass. He kissed and licked my flesh, and then grabbed the cheeks and clenched his fingers around the mounds. When he spread my bottom and the cool air moved along the crease, I let out the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding.

“You’re soaked for me.” He moved his finger through my slit.

“More, Otto. Give me more,” I said. Otto moved his hand over my ass cheek again, lightly spanking me, bringing me to new heights, making me experience things I had only dreamt of.

He rubbed me between my legs again, proving that I was even wetter after he spanked me, had my body craving things I’d never thought possible. At the first touch of his tongue between my legs I couldn’t contain the cry that left me. And then he feasted on me. He licked up the center of my pussy, and I cried out as the pleasure consumed me.

“Yes,” I said on a whisper.

He groaned against me, the wet sounds of him eating me out filling the cabin.

My ass was propped up more, my knees slightly bent, my lower half propped up. I was obscenely shoved into Otto’s face. He groaned. I moaned, not letting the unusual experience of it all, the foreign feelings, deter me from being with him in every way.

He sucked my clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. I came for him, just opened myself up and experienced what he had to give me. I knew I could enjoy this, embrace it, because this wasn’t the end.

This was just the beginning.

He sucked even harder, and my breath hitched.

“This will always be about pleasing you.” Otto sucked on me harder. He ran his teeth along my sensitive folds, teasing me, tormenting me until I was begging him for more, gasping at the sensitivity of it.

He pushed my legs open more, stood behind me, and before I could contemplate what was happening, he had me flat on my back again. He had both of my wrists in one of his hands once more, thrust above my head, and had me submitting to him in the most basic of ways. I felt like a real woman with Otto.

Otto let go of my hands and bent down between my thighs, his mouth back on my pussy.

He was relentless as he rubbed my clit, moving a thick digit around the opening of my body, not penetrating me, but promising that he could take me any way he wanted. I couldn’t think straight, had never felt such intense pleasure before in my life, and didn’t want it to end. He started to penetrate me with his finger, just one, but it was thick, long. He moved into my body slowly, gently. He kept his hand on my belly, making me take all of this, making me cry out for more.

He was relentless, wicked and demanding as he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit. He hummed against me, murmured my name, and made me dizzy with lust. The sound of his voice made vibrations on my clit, and I moaned out for more.

He murmured against my flesh, “You’re mine, Sansa.” He started sucking especially hard on the little nub, and I came again for him, begging for more, pleading for him to not stop.

I don’t ever want him to stop.

I came down from my high and panted, not able to breathe, not able to think clearly. Otto pulled me into his arms and just held me, and it felt like heaven on earth, like I was right where I should be.

This is where I should be, where I’m supposed to be.