I love the little routines we’re developing. His cabin feels like a home. I like mine, but I’m still trying to piece it together. This place is well lived in, and it’s completely him. I wonder if my place will ever have that feeling.
No matter where I go in this cabin, I’m comfortable. At my place, I don’t have that just yet. Maybe someday I will, but I think part of me has always known it’s temporary.
Phoenix observes me throughout dinner. I catch him watching the little things, like how much food I take, and how I arrange my plate. I wonder if he’s filing notes away for later. How he’ll use them, I have no idea, but I’m excited to see what he’ll do with that information.
After dinner, we wash the dishes. I’ll never like washing dishes, but I like standing in the kitchen with Phoenix.
‘Want to watch some TV?’ he asks once all the dishes are done.
‘I’d love to, but if you don’t mind, I want to take a shower first.’
‘Of course. Let me get you another shirt to wear.’
I follow him into the bedroom and take the shirt from him. We both stand there and look at each other, not sure what to say.
‘Feel free to join me anytime.’ I wink at him, which makes him blush.
I turn and go into the bathroom leaving the door unlocked. I know he won’t join me, at least, not tonight. But I hope one day soon he will because I’d love nothing more than to see all those muscles he hides under those worn clothes.
As I shower, I try not to think about what it would be like to have him in here with me, but my mind can’t seem to go twenty seconds before flashing back to Phoenix naked and dripping in water.
I consider trying to give myself an orgasm, but with Phoenix just down the hall, I decide against it. In the end, I leave the shower pretty damn turned on. Tonight, I decide to see how far he’s willing to go. I need some relief, and if he’s feeling anything close to what I am, he’s going to need some, too.
I find Phoenix in the living room on the couch.
‘I put in a comedy movie. I hope that’s okay,’ he says, trying not to make it obvious that he’s looking at me.
It’s no surprise he’s looking at me. This shirt is thin, and I’m not wearing anything under it. Plus, I’m just out of the shower.
‘That’s fine. With any luck, we won’t be watching much TV.’ I smile and make my way over to where he’s sitting on the couch.
I stop in front of him, letting him get a good look at me. I don’t want to push him too far, but at the same time, I want to encourage him. When his eyes meet mine and the same heat I feel is mirrored in them, I have my answer.
I straddle him and his hands go to my hips as he watches me, waiting to see what I’ll do next. I can feel his hard cock between my thighs, so I brace my hands on his shoulder and move my hips. His eyes roll back and his head falls onto the couch. When he looks up at me, I do it again.
‘That feels so good,’ Phoenix moans, gripping my hips tighter.
‘Yeah, it does.’ I lean in and kiss him.
When I roll my hips again, he groans, but he’s still tense.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ I don’t want to push him too far.
‘No, God, no.’
‘You tell me when to stop.’ I grind against him.
His breathing quickens and his dick gets even harder. ‘I’m not going to tell you to stop.’ He holds my hips in a death grip.
‘Don’t tease me. If you mean it, I’m going to demand you remove all your clothes right now.’ I’m half-joking, but it’s more of a tease.
He calls my bluff and whips off his shirt, pushing me to stand in front of him before I realize what is going on. Then he starts to pull off his pants but looks at me hesitantly.
I grip the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and slowly pull it up. With every inch of skin I reveal, he watches me closely. Finally, I pull it over my head and let it drop on the floor with his.
Phoenix is frozen in place, staring at my naked body. I would be self-conscious with anyone else, but with him, I can see the hunger and desire in his eyes because he doesn’t hide it. It’s so refreshing.
I lean forward and start pushing his pants down slowly, giving him time to stop me, but he doesn’t. His hard cock springs free, and all I can think about is licking the pre cum dripping from it.
I push him back down to the couch and fall to my knees in front of him. When I push his legs wide, he watches my every move but doesn’t stop me. Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I stroke him a few times before leaning forward and running my tongue over his tip.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he gasps, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles turn white.
Pulling back enough to look him in the eye, I ask before going any further, ‘Do you trust me?’
‘With my life,’ he says seriously.
This time I don’t go slow, swallowing down as much of him as I can. His head falls back against the couch as I take more and more of his shaft down my throat while running a hand up over his abs to his chest.
‘Oh, god, baby, I’m going to come,’ he groans, trying to pull away.
I don’t let him, and I don’t stop. I want him to come. I want him to explode, and I want to taste him.
‘Jenna!’ He lets out tortured groan, trying again to pull away.
This time I double down and slide even more of him down my throat and swallow.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ he grunts as his cum spills down my throat.
His hand goes to the back of my head and holds me there, but I’m not sure he realizes he’s doing it. He lets go when he finally relaxes.
Phoenix looks down at me and cups my cheek with a look that I’d almost say is full of love if I didn’t know it was just the post sex haze.
‘That was amazing, but I didn’t want to come, not yet.’ He places two fingers under my chin and pulls me up to kiss him.
‘I know. That’s why I asked if you trusted me. It takes the edge off.’ I slide back up his body, kissing over his abs and chest until he grips my hips and pulls me up to straddle his lap.
His hands glide over my body as if to memorize it, and he kisses me gently. There’s no rushing, and he finally slips his hand between my legs, stroking me. The feeling is exquisite and I want more, much more. Now it’s me wanting to hurry things along.
‘You’re so wet,’ he murmurs against my lips when his fingers reach my core.
‘I always am around you.’ I kiss him again.
He plays with my breasts, leaving a trail of fire. When he tweaks my nipples, I cry out.
‘You still want this?”
Looking him in the eye, I say, ‘More than I want my next breath.”
Breathing heavily, he says, “Condoms are in my room…”
I place a finger over his lips. ‘I’m on birth control, the shot, and have been for years. I’ve been checked and I’m clean if you don’t want to…”
He doesn’t move or speak.
‘Just thought you should get the full experience your first time.’
He pulls me down for a kiss, then grips my legs and pulls me to him. ‘You let me have you this way, and we’ll never use condoms. You okay with that?’ he whispers against my lips.
‘Yes.’
Lining myself up with him, we lock eyes before I slowly slide down his hard shaft. He fights to keep his eyes locked with mine, but once I’m fully seated on him, his eyes roll back and he grinds his teeth. I love watching him fight back his climax, and I wonder how long he can keep control.
I try to memorize every detail because it won’t be like this again. He’ll know what to expect next time, and the sensations won’t be new. But I love his inexperience and wish it could be like this every time. Maybe we’ll have to find new and exciting things to try together, which could be fun.
As I move up and down on him, his large cock fills me to the brim. Once again, his eyes are everywhere. On my breasts as they sway and jiggle, and where we’re connected. His eyes are riveted on me as I slide down him and he disappears inside me. I feel free and powerful because the look on his face is pure exotica.
‘Fuck, you feel like heaven,’ he says as he drags his eyes up to mine.
‘I’ll have…to agree you feel…the same way,’ I huff.
He gives me a shy half-smile before gripping my hips and digging his fingers in to change up the pace. Then he slows me down like he wants to make this last, and I can’t blame him because I want that, too.
‘You look so good taking my cock,’ he groans.
‘Damn, you like to talk dirty, huh? You just got so much hotter.’
My core tightens around him as I teeter on the edge of an intense orgasm.
‘You like dirty talk?’
I don’t get to answer because he switches his angle and steals my breath on his next thrust.
‘What about those beautiful tits bouncing in my face? Are they sensitive?’ he asks before latching on to one and finding out for himself that they are.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I try to hold on. But when his thumb makes contact with my clit, it only takes a few strokes before I’m coming so hard my vision starts to close in on me.
Phoenix releases a groan and fills me with his cum.
Unable to hold up my own body, I collapse onto his chest and rest my head on his shoulder. ‘Was it how you thought it would be?’ I ask breathlessly.
He smooths his hands up and down my back, still seated inside me. ‘No, I couldn’t have imagined that. That was mind-blowing. When can we do that again?” he asks, already hardening inside me.
‘Let’s make it to the bedroom at least. It’ll be more comfortable.’ I grin.
He stands with me in his arms and I lock my legs around his hips as he carries me to the bedroom. I have a feeling we won’t be leaving any time soon.
