As soon as we get to Gregory’s room at the resort, or get to their, he picks me up and carries me across the threshold.
“Wow, I really do get the whole royal wedding treatment,” I tell him, laughing.
The room is huge and lugs are luxurious. But I really wouldn’t expect anything else. I’m thinking he’ll throw me down on the bed but instead he carries me out onto a balcony.
“Thank you for marrying me,” he says grabbing a hold of me and kissing me.
“Thank you for asking me,” I say. We stare deep into each other’s eyes and I try not to find it significant that there is no mention of the word fake when we talk about marriage and his proposal.
It’s probably just getting old by now and we already know the joke, I think.
He stands behind me and wraps his arms strong arms around me. He begins kissing my neck and unzipping the back of my dress.
“You looked absolutely beautiful today,” he told me. “And I’m not just saying that because I appreciate you doing me the favor. You were stunning. It felt… So real.”
With that, my dress falls off of me and he glances down at my naked body, except for my panties and those infamous shoes.
“I’m so glad you came and found me,” I told him.
“I couldn’t let you get away,” he says. “You’re my princess.”
He takes my ass in his hands and squeezes it.
“I want to take your virginity,” he tells me. “Right here. Outside.”
“Seriously?” I ask, laughing. “I mean I know this is a pretty private balcony in our own private suite but can people see us?”
“I don’t think so,” he says, “but that’s part of the fun, thinking that maybe they can, right?”
“I suppose so,” I say, laughing. But my skin is tingling from the excitement.
He takes off his pants but first he retrieves a condom from his pocket.
“You know, Ambrosia is right on the Baltic Sea,” he tells me. “We have beautiful beaches and you’ve never had sex on the beach until you’ve had sex on the beach of the Baltic Sea.”
“Well I’ve never had sex on the beach at all,” I laugh. “Or any kind of sex at all, as you know.”
“I’m just saying,” he says, as he presses up against me, his cock hard and ready. “Just pretend we’re on the beach having outdoor sex and then it will be even more exciting.”
“I don’t need to pretend anything,” I tell him. “I’m done pretending. I just want to enjoy my very first time having sex for real.”
“Of course,” he says, cupping my breasts in his hands, looking down at them and kissing my neck again. “I’m ready to enjoy this, but let me know if I’m too rough okay?”
“Okay,” I tell him although I don’t think that’ll be a problem.
As I lean back into his strong chest I know that one of the things I love about him is that he doesn’t hold back. Oops I just thought the word “love.” How silly of me.
He spreads my ass cheeks open wide and then moves my panties over to the side. Then he spreads the lips of my pussy, getting a full view of every inch of me before pressing the head of his cock up against my pussy.
Using his hips he pushes me forward a bit so that I’m holding onto the railing of the balcony. He spreads my legs a bit wider and says, “Hold on tight because I want you to take a wild ride on my cock.”
I feel the tip enter me and then his entire head and he slides right in me, just as snug and perfect as my foot in my own shoe when he came looking for me. “You’re so wet,” he tells me at the same time as I’m telling him, “You’re so big.”
I don’t even think it can fit any further inside me but he pushes it even further in, and I feel a small pop inside. No wonder they call it popping a cherry, I think. He pulls my hips back so that he can get all the way inside me, filling me up until I’m stuffed full of his cock.
“Are you okay?” he says in a raspy voice.
“Yes,” I tell him, enjoying it just as much as I can tell he is. He reaches forward and rubs my clit while thrusting in and out of me. This reminds me of what he did to me under the table last night.
I completely lose control, wiggling my hips and joining his rhythm in and out, in and out as I begin to moan low and deep, saying, “Gregory, this feels so fucking good,” and he groans as he pumps harder.
“I’m coming,” I tell him. “This feels so good. This is the best feeling ever.”
“Come on my cock. Come all over it,” he says and I do.
I come for him just like he wants and just like I want. When I’m done coming I think it’s his turn but he picks me up and swings me around. He puts my ass on the balcony railing and I wrap my legs around him so that my heels are up against his ass.
“Yes,” he says, licking my nipple softly, gently and then sucking on it harder as he continues to fuck me.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, trying hard to be quiet so our neighbors don’t hear us. “This feels so good.”
He twists a nipple with one hand while sucking on the other one with his mouth. I come all over again, letting my juices gush out onto his big cock that I look down and see him pushing in and pulling out, pushing in and pulling out.
“Get ready because we’re moving,” he says and carries me into the room.
I really didn’t think it could get any better but he takes me into the bathroom. He removes my heels and panties so that I’m completely naked now.
He begins running water into the jacuzzi from handheld faucet.
“Are you ready to feel amazing?” he says, spreading my legs open wide so he has a full view of my pussy, and letting the water hit it all over.
“I’ve already felt amazing,” I tell him, “But yes.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, already ready to go again, the rippling sensations crashing all over my sensitive nerve endings.
The water splishes and splashes on my body as he begins to touch his own cock and it makes a slip, slap, slop sound.
Now the sex sounds are coming from my lover and me, I think, trying not to giggle. And it’s so much hotter. Take that, Sheila.
“Touch yourself,” Gregory commands as he continues to spray me with the water while touching his own cock. “I want to watch you come.”
I do it, my hand making the same motions his had been, but aided by the pressure of the water hitting my hand and my pussy hole. My head is back, my mouth is gaping open and I’m calling out his name since we no longer have to worry about being overheard by other rooms or people outside.
“God Gregory, Gregory, Gregory!”
I say, as I come for him, lifting up my hips and spreading my pussy open wide so he can see all of it.
“Yes my princess,” he says, jerking himself off with one hand as I come all over the water he’s squirting on me with his other hand.
As he picks me up and finally carries me to the bed, I’m beginning to accept the fact that I might really believe in fairytales. Or at least wet dreams come true.