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“Relax, angel. No one's gonna see us out here.” He pushes my dress off my shoulders. “You can be whoever you want, whatever you want. As long as that something involves being my girl.” He grins as he shoves at the uncomfortable fabric and lets it drop onto earthy ground. “And when I make you come for the first time”—he slides his rough hand down my side, sending euphoric waves beneath my flesh, budding my nipples into tight peaks before his fingers find their way between my legs, pressing against the damp spot on my cotton panties—“you get to scream as loud as you want too. You can finally let go.”
His words sound as heavenly as his touch between my thighs. I’m reminded of how in tune with each other we were, the way I felt he was the only person who ever understood me. In this moment, it feels as though that kiss he gave me on my sixteenth birthday only just happened. All the same feelings are here, like we were paused for six years and someone pressed play again.
Derek pauses his kissing exploration of my skin and looks deep into my eyes. “Who do you belong to, angel?” His fingers tease the edge of my panties.
“You. I belong to you.”
“Say my name.” He shoves my panties to the side and groans when his fingers hit my slick entrance. “Say it loud so even the gods hear you.”
My cheeks heat and my body burns. I move my hips, desperate for friction. “Please,” I beg.
“Say it, angel. Give me what I want.”
I drop my head back and take a breath before I yell, “I belong to Derek!”
Derek groans then shoves two fingers inside me. “Damn right you do. You were born mine, and this tight little cunt is mine too. Tell the gods.”
I whimper as the intensity of his fingers pumping, stretching my walls overwhelms me. “My tight little cunt belongs to Derek.”
He moans as my juices coat his fingers, making a squelching sound that I should be embarrassed about, but I’m not. I’m ready to explode and for the first time, it’s not my imagination making Derek the man who does it for me.
“Mmm. I’m gonna use this body of yours as my own private playground, angel. I’ve had a long time to think about all the ways I want to fuck you. Fucking pulled my dick raw thinking about sinking myself in this pussy. And you kept it pristine for me, so I’m gonna treat it real good to start.”
“Oh god. Yes.” I rock my hips to meet the depth of his movement as he curls his fingers inside me, massaging my g-spot.
“You like that?” He thrusts his fingers deeper, stretching me by adding a third. “Gotta make sure you’re good and ready for what I’ve got to give to you. Do you want what I’ve got?”
He pushes his hips against my side, his rock-hard cock feels massive. An involuntary moan leaves my mouth as I nod. “I want it,” I gasp.
He grins and pulls his fingers from inside me, running my juices over my bottom lip before leaning in and sucking it into his mouth, tasting me before he moves his tongue against mine and shares my flavor. “Can you take more?” he asks, grinding his massive cock against my side.
“Give it to me.”
“How’s this?” He slips all four fingers inside me, stretching me until it aches, filling me so that my eyes roll back in my head. It hurts, but it feelsso goodat the same time.
“Yes,” I groan, arching against him as his mouth returns to mine while his fingers push gloriously into my depths. Unable to take the beautiful torture of his touch, my body lets go, coming around his hand as I howl into his mouth, my voice echoing in the woods around us.
Slowing his movement, he brings me back down and runs the tip of his nose across the soft skin of my cheek. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing my swollen lips as I melt against him. He catches me in his arms and scoops me up like I weigh nothing at all. “You’re so beautiful when you come, angel.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head as he carries me inside the cabin and settles me on a large bed. It’s soft against my skin and I feel myself sinking into the mattress like I’m putty on a warm day.
“I love you, Derek,” I whisper.
Derek
She loves me.
I press a kiss on the soft curve of her shoulder as my sweet girl drifts off to sleep. She came so hard for me that I can still feel her silken juices on my hand. She’s so tight I have pressure marks between my knuckles from when her cunt squeezed when she came.
I lift my hand and inhale her scent, a low grumble emanating from my chest. I want her so much I’m struggling not to take her while she sleeps, but I want her awake and present for our first time together, so I wrap a soft blanket around her body and step away from the bed.I need a cold shower.
This cabin was built with two people in mind. I know because I’m the one who had it built, translating her description of her little haven into a reality. There’s one big room with an open fire and a round bed. The kitchen is a little nook in the corner and the bathroom has a steam shower and a claw-footed bath big enough for us both to fit in it. She wanted to sculpt, so I had an art studio built outside with a window facing the river so the view of the running water could inspire her.
Six years is a long time to plan your first night with someone, and I planned everything to the finest detail. I wanted it to be perfect. Just like my Luna is.
Six years. It seems crazy to think it’s been that long. It feels like only yesterday that I held out a tiny gold necklace with a moon and star charm then informed her her real birthday gift was a kiss.
“Sweet sixteen and never been kissed,” I said as I fastened the chain around her neck. She blushed as she fingered the tiny charm.
“Is it lame that I’ve never been kissed?”
