“There,” he breathes, his head just above mine, his eyes still connected deeply to mine. I know he’s all the way in, and I can hardly summon any words to reply. I look deep into his eyes and hope that he can read me, knows that I’m feeling something I don’t know how to say, knows that I want more.
The tightness remains as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in again, a little pinch catching my breath as he pushes so deep inside. It’s so intense I don’t know what to do, how I should move – I can’t even think about the fact that maybe I should move – it’s all too much.
Slowly, as Aaron carefully thrusts with a measured rhythm and tempo, the pain goes away, the tightness becomes more comfortable. He fills me in a way that feels so right, so amazing – like this is the way it is always meant to be. Like we should never be apart again but always joined just like this, Aaron as deep inside me as he can go, fulfilling a biological imperative, sending us both into ecstasy.
I slowly come to gain control of myself enough to open my eyes and look at him, to see his face as he thrusts into me, the pleasure written over his features. When he sucks in a breath or gasps or can’t hold back a moan I feel it radiate down into my center, turning me on even more than I thought was possible, making everything more intense. I did that – me. I made him feel that.
The thought begins to push me back towards that ball of light, that pleasure spiraling through every cell of my body, that big wave that wants nothing more than to spill over. And finally there is one more thought that does the job and pushes me over the edge – we are having sex – he is taking my virginity – and it’s Aaron who is the one doing it.
I let go, letting go of everything, letting my body lose control. I feel it more intense than the last time, my whole body jerking and twitching as it washes over me again and again, making everything from the top of my head to the tip of my toes tingle.
I realize belatedly I’ve called out his name – shouted it – and I hear him say mine as he half-collapses over me, his lower body twitching out of the careful rhythm he constructed, out of control. I know beyond a doubt that we have both come to the ultimate enjoyment from this, that both of us are satisfied, slicked with sweat and buzzing with the last remnants of the pleasure still running through our veins.
Aaron slowly pulls out and away from me, my body almost rebelling in protest as he leaves me empty to flop down on the bed next to me. For a moment I’m so tired all I can do is stare at him, wordlessly, sated and blissful.
And when his hand lands lazily on my breast, stroking my nipple in a casual gesture, I know that for all the exhaustion I’m not done – I will never be done – I want him again.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Aaron
I lay beside Olivia, watching her regain her breath, her composure. She is so beautiful. I don’t know what I did in a former life to deserve this goddess landing in my life in such a random way, but it must have been something pretty good.
And the best part of it all is, I still have another five days to enjoy her all to myself before we have to return to the real world.
“Hungry?” I ask, grinning at her exhausted expression. Even though we just ate before getting into bed, it doesn’t matter. We’ve spent a lot of energy, and my body – used to protein shakes and long gym sessions – already wants another top up.
Olivia blinks slowly, then a smile spreads across her face. “I could eat,” she says.
That’s what I was counting on. “I ordered some pastries for breakfast,” I tell her. “But we could tackle them now.”
“That sounds perfect,” Olivia says.
I leave the room to gather them, not bothering to put on any clothes. I’m not exactly ashamed to walk around naked in front of her – even soft, I know I have a larger than average endowment – and there’s no one else here. Privacy is just the best thing. I wonder if I can convince her that we don’t need clothes at all for the rest of the week. I know I wouldn’t mind the view.
By the time I’ve dug out a tray from one of the cupboards and piled the pastries onto several plates, then carried them through with some juice and two glasses, Olivia has cleaned up a little. The towels we used during the massage are gone, and she’s under the covers, tucked in up to her neck. I notice her eyeing my dick as I re-enter and grin to myself. Looks like her appetite might be coming back in more ways than one.
I scoot in next to her and set the tray down in front of us, gesturing for her to help herself. I grab a soft, buttery croissant from the top of one of the piles of pastries and begin to dig in, leaning over the tray so the flaky pastry won’t rain down on the bed.
“This is a lot of breakfast,” Olivia says, taking a pain au chocolat with a wide-eyed look.
“I didn’t know what you liked,” I shrug. “I figure it was better to get a bit of everything.”
“What did you say you do again?” Olivia asks, before taking a bite of her own snack.
Alright, maybe I have overplayed my hand as far as hiding the fact that I have a bit of money to play with. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to make sure that everything was perfect for her.
“I didn’t,” I shrug, laying back against the headboard and settling my back comfortably. I eye the tray. There’s a lot to choose from, that much is true. Maybe I’ll take an apricot tart before I put the food away again.
“That’s not fair,” Olivia pouts. “You know everything about me, and you won’t tell me a thing about yourself.”
“You know plenty.” I run the back of a hand down the outside of her arm. “You know my name. You know what kind of food I like to eat. You can tell I like to hit the gym. And you know I’m good in bed.”
Olivia stifles a chortle at my last words. “And I know you have a big enough ego that I don’t need to reinforce it,” she laughs.
“There you go, see? You know plenty about me.”
“That’s not enough.” Olivia shakes her head. “I don’t even know your last name.”
No, she doesn’t. Because the second she hears my last name, she’ll know exactly who I am and why I have so much money. And that’s when the game will be up. I’m so sick of people wanting me only for my money. She’s mine, and I want to keep the rest away for a little longer. Knowing that she is mine because of who I am, not because she wants to be wealthy beyond her wildest dreams.
“I don’t know everything about you, either,” I say, teasingly. “That’s an exaggeration.”
“No, it isn’t. You know about college, and my family, and what I want to do.”
“Yeah,” I say, reaching out to grab that apricot tart. “But there’s so much I don’t know. Like whether you have any pets, what your favorite color is, if you have a favorite singer or band…”
“That’s easy,” Olivia says, polishing off another pain au chocolat. I’ve learned a little something extra, she loves chocolate with her French pastries. “No, but I’d love a puppy, pink, and Taylor Swift.”
I stifle a groan. “Taylor Swift?”
Olivia offers me a grin. “Don’t worry, I only like singing along with her. Not breaking men’s hearts and then bragging about it. Although, more power to her.”
“Fine, fine,” I say, slipping my hand around her shoulders. “So long as you don’t have a posse of girlfriends ready to take me down if I even so much as look at you wrong.”
“There’s a simple solution for that,” Olivia laughs. “Just don’t look at me wrong.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t risk looking at all.” I shut my eyes tight, putting one hand over them, and start feeling around in the air with the other one. “Where are you? Where’d you go?”
Olivia laughs, then screams playfully as I deliberately grope through the air towards her chest, pulling the sheets down and taking her breast in my hand. I squeeze it as if trying to figure out what it is, making a curious humming sound.
Olivia, still laughing, swats my hand away and then pulls the other one down from my eyes. But, mission accomplished, she’s
topless again and I can’t help my eyes gravitating downwards, especially when she moves towards me and makes them swing and bounce with the motion.
“You’re going to knock the food over,” Olivia says, grinning.
“Huh.” I look at the tray. “One way to fix that.
Within moments the tray is on the floor at the far side of the room, where I don’t think either of us is likely to tread on it, and I’m back on the bed, pulling the covers away from Olivia. It’s only been a short while but I’m already hungry for her again, and I don’t want to miss a single second of enjoying it.
Olivia’s chuckles fade into seriousness as I kiss her deeply, our tongues twisting together while my hands hold both sides of her face. My hands soon drop, caressing over other parts of her skin, expertly finding her nipples and tweaking them until I feel her gasp for air under my lips.
Then I push her back and descend on her, my tongue making short work of her nipples until I reach down to find her wet and ready for me again. I’ve been aching for it, my dick already hard as a rod again from the moment I moved the pastries, and I know I have to have her.
I ease into Olivia, feeling her tight, wet, hotness like coming home. This is where I belong, buried inside her up to the hilt, watching her face as she reacts to the feeling of being filled by me. I could put those faces in a frame and look at them all day long. I could do this all day long, come to think of it.
I take my time, building up a slow rhythm, running my hands over Olivia’s body. Even though she came the first time, it was likely to have been the most uncomfortable sex will ever be for her – and now she can start to really enjoy it. I watch her reactions, the things that make her shudder and moan, the movements that make her lift her hips towards me. I learn them by rote, doing them over and over until she looks like she’s right on the edge, then stop and change it up and bring her back, until she is panting and flushed, so ready for it she hardly knows what to do with herself.
“Olivia.” I lean down over her, so that when she opens her eyes, she’s looking right into mine. A smile curves my lips as I tell her what to do. “Come for me.”
At the same time, I jerk my hips forward, thrusting right against that sweet spot that she seems to enjoy the most. She cries out and I look right into her eyes as she comes, doing as she’s told, her tight channel convulsing around me, squeezing my dick tightly.
I come in response to that pulsating grip, shooting my seed inside of her for the second time, feeling the power of life flow from me to her. She is mine, and there’s no one in the world that could doubt that now.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Olivia
We lay there in the darkness, the mood lighting slowly dimming and going out, and I fall asleep with my head pillowed on Aaron’s chest. I don’t how long I sleep for, but when I wake up, the room is flooded with sunlight again.
Aaron is laying next to me on his side, and I slowly realize that his hand is stroking my belly, running in slow and soothing circles.
“What are you doing?” I ask sleepily, cracking my eyes open.
“Rubbing our baby,” Aaron says.
I open my eyes wide at those words, fully awake now. Did I just imagine that? “Our baby?” I repeat.
“Mm.” Aaron stops stroking and looks up at me, meeting my eyes with his dark gaze. “I think you’re pregnant. I can feel it. Something is different.”
I open my mouth to tell him that he must be crazy – we only had sex twice, and besides, how could someone tell just like that? But when I try, I find myself closing my mouth again without saying a word. Maybe he’s right. Something about the way he says it resonates deep within me. Maybe I am pregnant after all. I can’t explain it, but I have a feeling that it could be true.
And if it is true, then how do I feel about it? I take a moment to assess myself, that possibility. Strangely, it doesn’t terrify me at all like I thought it might. Instead, I feel excited. Happy. Like something new is just beginning.
Something new, with this man.
I look at Aaron again and nestle myself against his chest, my eyes seeking out the far wall as I hide myself in him. I don’t want him to see my face. The idea of a baby brings up thoughts of the future, something I had successfully shut out until now. And what is our future? What could this handsome, older, and obviously rich man possibly want with me?
He won’t even tell me anything about himself – not even his last name. Come to think of it, I only have his word for it that his name is Aaron. It might be something else entirely. This whole trip could be just a bit of fun for him – a way to blow off some steam without consequences.
I hope not. Because in spite of myself, I feel something different. I know that I’m beginning to fall for him.
In fact, maybe I’ve already fallen.
“We only have a few more days left here,” Aaron says, tucking his nose against the top of my head and planting a kiss there.
His words make me tense up. It’s as if he knows what I was thinking. Only a few more days left before all of this comes to an end, and we probably never see each other again. Why would he want to stay in touch with some overweight, nerdy, random college student who he only met by chance? I close my eyes, not wanting to think about it. “That’s right,” I agree, trying not to let my voice come out as strained as I feel.
“Well, what do you want to do today?” Aaron asks. “You could do some uninterrupted writing if you want – I’ll stay out of your way. Or we could go for a hike, take in some of the views. Just staying around the cabin is fine, too – if you haven’t got anything to read, I could lend you something I brought.”
All of it sounds fine, but not satisfying enough. It’s true that coming to this cabin was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but then again, I did get a full refund. I could try to save the money somehow through college and come back again next summer. I could try to write then. I could hike the forest then. Right now, there’s only one part of this experience which is irreplaceable – something I can’t do anywhere or any time else.
“Is it alright if we just stay in bed?” I ask. Nervously, I let my hand drop down between us, searching for Aaron. I meet the ridges of his abs and move down until I can grab hold of him fully, feeling him stiffen in my hand.
“Perfectly fine with me,” Aaron replies, then shifts until he can cover my mouth with his, kissing me until my toes tingle and I lose all sense of time and place.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Aaron
Four days of glorious, unbridled fucking, with no barriers between us. Four days of doing whatever we wanted to each other, whenever the moment took us.
It turns out I never had to have that conversation with Olivia about not wearing any clothes for the rest of our stay – because we barely left the bedroom enough to put them on. And when we did leave, it was usually to eat – which entailed bringing the food back into the bedroom and then working it off – or to shower in the bathroom, which also ended with a lot of fun under the water.
It’s on our fifth day together, the last day before my stay is supposed to end, that I finally bring it up.
“I’m going to sit outside for a bit,” Olivia says, getting out of bed and rooting around in the drawers for something to wear. “I’ve barely done that this whole stay. I should enjoy the view.”
“Alright, I’ll come sit with you,” I say, jumping out of bed and taking her by the hand. “Leave that. We don’t need to get dressed.”
“What are you talking about?” Olivia gives a half-laugh, confused. “Of course, we need to get dressed. We’re going outside.”
“Outside in this remote and isolated part of the woods, which no one but us even knows exists,” I point out. “We have both of the keys, remember? The customer key and the one the owner is supposed to hold onto. No one else has any reason to come up here.”
“That’s not the point.” Olivia looks sad for some reason, her face downcast and twisted. “I can’t just go sit out there naked.”
> I laugh, though the humor of the situation is quickly disappearing. “Why not?”
Olivia lets out a frustrated breath and turns away from me, her face blazing red. “Because look at me. I can’t… I couldn’t ever be naked outside. If someone comes, I… I can’t let them see me. See how big I am.”
I frown. This is new. I had no idea that Olivia was so self-conscious about her weight. Maybe the novelty and the shared excitement of our sex stopped her from thinking about it, but now she definitely is – and it’s not right.
“But you’re beautiful,” I tell her, drawing her towards me when she moves to step away. “Your body is amazing. Perfect.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do,” I say. “I can’t stand those stick thin insects you always see in magazines and on TV. You’re a real woman. Beautiful in every curve of your body. I love it – your hips, your ass. I can’t look at you without wanting to fill my hands with you.”
Olivia darts a confused look my way. “You like this?”
I laugh. “Why else would I be sleeping with you? I love this. You have the perfect figure.”
“But…” Olivia bites her lip and looks away from me, down at the floor.
I can see that she’s confused, and I don’t like it one bit. I need to get to the bottom of this, and that means figuring out exactly what’s going on in her head.
“Why did you think I wanted you?” I ask. “Did you really think I found you unattractive, after all of this?”
Olivia shrugs helplessly, her shoulders moving up and down in a miserable gesture. “I don’t know,” she says. “I didn’t understand it.”
I shake my head, gripping her by the shoulders. Then I shift my hand to cup her chin, because I need her to look at me – I need her to understand. “I think you’re beautiful,” I tell her, looking deep into her eyes. “Inside and out.”
Olivia closes her eyes for a brief moment. I think I see an old pain there, something she’s spent a lot of time dealing with. I bristle at the thought. Anyone who’s ever hurt her – I would love to get them in a dark alley with no one around to witness. I’d pay them back tenfold.
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