I stared out of the window as Erik rubbed my back. I glanced back at him with a grin. I was laying on my stomach while he caressed my skin in the most astoundingly wonderful way.

"You give the best massages," I mentioned. "You're a pro at everything."

“I want you to feel good," he said.

I sighed with contentment as I glanced back out the window. I was daydreaming, although I wasn’t really sure what the end result would be here.

As if he was reading my mind, Erik leaned in to kiss my neck. “How was your first time?”

I glanced up at him. Losing my virginity to a sexy Russian at his cottage in the mountains wasn’t a bad way to go. In fact, it had been exceptional. I was still trying to process how amazing it had felt.

“It was really nice,” I said shyly. I was probably blushing because my cheeks felt hot.

“I’m glad I could please you,” he crooned with a devilish grin. “I would never have known it wasn’t your first time if you hadn’t told me.”

“That makes me feel better I guess.” I giggled. “I’m just a normal woman, but I’m happy to know I satisfied you.”

“You are a beautiful woman. Smart. Strong. Sexy. You’re everything a man could ever wish for. In fact, allow me to show you just how much I hunger for you.” He grinned with mischief as he burrowed his head between my legs.

I moaned softly as he began to torment my clit with perfect circles of passion. It felt so good when he went down on me. My legs were shaking and I was trembling without even realizing it.

I grabbed his hair and pushed him further between my legs as his mouth went to work on making me cum. As soon as the orgasm shook through me, it rocked me to my core as if I were getting a shot of adrenaline. My bones felt wavy as I soaked the sheets beneath me with the pleasure I felt inside and out.

I laid there, limp as a noodle for a few seconds while Erik softly grazed my inner thighs with gentle strokes of his fingertips against my sensitive flesh.

“Be careful,” I warned him with a giggle. “You might get me worked up again.”

“That’s the plan,” he smiled and kissed me softly on the lips so I could taste myself with the tender touch of his mouth to mine.

“You are so wet,” he groaned as he pulled away, marveling at the glistening puddle between my legs.

“You did that to me,” I told him.

He puffed out his chest with pride. “Yes, I did.”

I didn't mind if he fucked me again. It was the deal I made. Even if he hadn't killed for me, I knew that I would have wanted sex with him anyway. The sexual chemistry between us had been blazing from the beginning and I needed a release of that wonderful, amazing tension.

“Does this feel good?” He asked in a sexy voice as he gently rubbed my belly and teased me.

“Yes,” I said with a soft sigh. “You sure are generous as a lover.”

“I believe the female body is one to be both explored and played like an instrument,” he admitted as he placed soft kisses on my tummy.

“What kind of instrument do you think I am?” I asked with curiosity.

“Hmm…” he trailed off and pondered my question reflectively. Then his eyes lit up and mirrored the flame of desire I felt for him deep inside of myself. “You are definitely a violin.”

“A violin?” I asked. I was pleased with his choice of analogy.

“Yes,” he nodded confidently as he pushed my legs open again. I glanced down at his cock which was throbbing and thick. A dribble of pre-cum dripped from the pulsing tip.

“Why a violin?” I asked. I just had to know why he thought that.

“You have the loveliest strings to play,” he told me as he teased my pussy lips with his cockhead. “And the sounds that you make are music to my ears.”

“Well in that case,” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Play away.” I had always thought the violin was a beautiful instrument and it gave me a burst of pride to be compared to one.

I braced myself for the impact of his cock filling me inside, but in a good way. He grunted as he thrust his way in, but it was an easy slide. I was soaking wet for him and knew that any time he asked for sex, I wouldn't be able to deny him.

I knew this fling wouldn’t last forever. The flame of lust would die out eventually. I couldn’t stay here having blissful sex with him forever, but I would enjoy it while it lasted. Good things never lasted. They were taken away. But this—this certainly would be an erotic and fancy tale to remember. A blissful memory that I’d keep with me forever.

For now, I melted into his arms as he thrust in and out of me, slowly at first like I loved, and then harder and faster as the heat and friction between our naked, sweaty bodies began to rise.

“You are so sexy,” he groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hiked my heels over his shoulders. “I love the way your cock fills me up,” I whispered.

Talking naughty to him made me blush, but I secretly enjoyed the rush. He made me feel like I could cast all my inhibitions to the wind. My senses were heightened. I moaned out wildly as he hit my g-spot over and over until finally, the explosion of desire and passion burst from inside of me.

I held onto him, clinging on for dear life as my orgasm rocked me violently. Erik grinned proudly. I knew that every time he made me cum, it was a boost to his ego.

“I love it when you come,” he groaned and grabbed my hips. “I love filling you with my seed.” He pulled my hair as I climbed on top of him and straddled his hard cock.

I sat on his manhood and rode it like there was no turning back. My ass and breasts bounced as he squeezed them. “This feels so good,” he groaned.

I knew he would come soon. I could use his cock as my play toy. I would make him explode.

I rocked harder and faster, thrusting up and down on him as if I was as seasoned in sex as they came. I had no idea what I was doing, but judging by the enthusiastic expression on Erik's face, I knew I was bringing him a world of extreme pleasure. He turned me over again and plowed into me until I was creaming all over his cock.

He pulled out and fired his load of hot cum all over my belly and breasts. He had a giddy expression of delight on his face as he collapsed back into the sheets. I was afraid that I was becoming addicted to him, even more than I initially realized.