Fuckin’ hell, I was so lost.

We both jerked from the contact, that very first scorching hot intimate touch between us.  But nearly inconsequential because we were about to make that burn go even hotter—there would be explosions.

“I love you and want to be with you so badly,” she said in a whisper.

Amazing.  Elaina accepted my love for her.  That fact alone was enough to bring me to my knees, but even greater was the knowledge that this beautiful girl wanted to be with me.

“I love you, Cherry.”  My answer came with a deep push of my cock inside her very wet heat where she accepted the whole hard length, arching her hips up to meet my thrust.  Perfect fit.  Everything about her was perfect.  She moaned as I filled her up, soft and so fuckin’ sexy I lost my mind for a moment as I settled into her.

The grip of her pussy around my cock held me so tight, I worried I’d come far too soon for what I’d intended it to be.  I hoped to make love to her all night, as many times as I could manage to get us there.

I brought my face close, framing her in with my hands and captive to my invasion of her body.  I couldn’t help it.  I only knew this was the way it should be done.  Take her and make it so good, she’d never want another man.

But it was good.  We were so good.

“Is this all right?” I asked her.

She nodded back.  “Love me.”

“I do.  I will.  Always…”

Eye to eye and nose to nose I kept her looking at me as I began to move.

“You feel so good wrapped around me.”

I thought I might die.

She moaned at me, the sweet sound of her like a cue to get down to it.

Her tight wet quim became my universe for the next minutes as we found our rhythm.  I hoped it was the same for her with my cock, because that moment right then…was life affirming and life changing.  Making love with Elaina was a beautiful dance, and like nothing I’d ever experienced before with a woman.  But then, any other times for me had not been with her… so never with anyone I loved.  Comparisons were irrelevant anyway.  And, again, pointless.

Waiting…  I’d been waiting for it, and when it was happening, I felt more emotions coursing through me than I was used to dealing with.  I hardly knew what I was doing besides getting lost inside her.  She met me with every thrust, and drew back with every retreat.  We were a perfect union of minds and bodies.

Every time I filled her up she made a soft little sound that wound me a little tighter with each stroke.  “Oh, fuck, it’s good with you, Cherry.”

“Don’t…s-top,” she begged, throwing her head back onto the pillow.

“I won’t.”  I moved faster and deeper and harder, more than happy to oblige my girl’s request.  I gripped her hips to steady us, the frenzy growing more abandoned with each second that passed, when I felt her start to convulse and shudder.  A low breath came out of her throat as she jerked beneath me, her legs flexing tight around my thighs to keep me buried all the way inside her.  She gripped my arms as she rode out her release.

Elaina’s response was like a trigger, sending me off right behind her, my orgasm taking hold violently from somewhere deep, pumping out of me and into her like an explosion.  Our eyes held onto each other as we stayed fused, the rush of pleasure still pulsing for both of us as we took in deep breaths of air, living in the moment.

She felt utterly soft, and looked so perfectly beautiful when I pulled out of her, that I couldn’t bear to look away, and had to deal with disposing of the spent condom by feel.

“Stay with me,” she demanded, with a tug on my arm.

As if I’d go anywhere.

“We’re not even close to being done.  That was just a warm up,” I told her, before finding her lips and plunging my tongue inside her mouth.  I kissed her long and deep, my need to be in her was barely fulfilled despite what had just happened.

She touched my face with her hand and traced down my cheek.  “You loved me.”  The way in which she said it almost sounded sad to me, as if she was trying to come to grips with the idea of us.  Maybe, it frightened her.

“I did.”  I pulled her hand on my face to my lips and kissed it.  “Nothing could have stopped me from doing it either,” I said.

“Nothing?” she asked innocently.

“Nothing restricted to heaven and earth.”

“You’re sure about that are you?”  She reached down and wrapped her hand around my now less than hard cock.  My sweet girl liked to have a bit of fun teasing it seemed.

“I think someone needs a little demonstration of exactly how determined I am about loving you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll be able to eventually.”  She laughed softly, her hand still gripping around my bare flesh, feeling divine as long as she was touching it.

“In a little while, Cherry, you’ll get some more of that.”  I paused, waiting to drop my own teasing comeback on her.  “But first…I’m gonna make you scream again.”

“Ahhhh…Neil!” she gasped, when I shifted down the bed in a flash and spread her wide.

Her hips undulated against my hands holding her thighs open, sending my cock to attention despite the thorough workout mere moments before.

I was on a mission.  To get to the place at the center of her that held me captivated.  “With my mouth,” I said, before descending on her pussy and staring at all the beauty right in front of me.  She wasn’t totally bare, but almost, the sexy strip of cherry-coloured hair making me crazed to have my mouth on her.  How blessed was I?

Licking at her folds until they parted, I found her clit and circled over and over with my tongue, serving that little sweet spot with some extra special loving attentions.  With Elaina at my mercy for the next minutes, I held her pinned open with my palms and feasted on her quim until I was satisfied with my results.  She was shouting my name—as promised.

I kept her honest.

It took me a good while to reach that point though, because I was a very greedy bastard when it came to her.  Tasting so fine, and so amazingly soft under my tongue—my girl was nothing short of exquisite perfection.  I took her over and over again like that…giving my cock some needed breaks for recovery in between all the fucking that happened along the way as well.

Nothing was done in small measures on our first night together.  The sex went on for hours.

The best part was hearing the precious I love you’s when I made her come.   She did it every time, and I loved her even more for saying it.  If that was even in the realm of possibility.

We didn’t take our eyes or our hands off each other.  Not the first time, and not any of the other times we made love that night.  I was running out of days with my Cherry Girl and I had to take every available second of time I could grab for us.

I begrudged even the moments when I had to close my eyes for sleep, and was only able to do so, because I could feel her against my skin.

And hear her steady breathing in the dark.

And smell the scent of her with every breath of air I took in.

10

I held onto her as night transformed into day—slowly caressing up and down her back while she slept—unwilling to break physical contact, in a pathetic attempt to keep everything status quo and my heart intact.  I loved her so much.

But now, I had something precious to lose, and the stark knowledge of that fact terrified me down to my very bones.

So, we had finally found our way to this point together, bodies aligned, key to lock, lover to lover.  Everything had felt as I’d always imagined it would feel, but then at the same time, it didn’t, because there was no possible description of what we did together that first night, in a stately mansion perched on the Somerset coast.

It’d been far more than a first shag session between two lovers.  Far, far more.

I had waited so long for Elaina; I was nearly out of my rational mind at times, with all restraint just flying out the window in an instant.  She’d put up with me throughout the whole night though, and never once stopped me in my raging need to have her.  My Cherry really did love me, apparently.  I didn’t know how or why but I’d take it for the gift it was.

I opened my eyes at some point to her blue ones watching over me in silence.  Her body was draped half on top of mine, leg thrown over, palm on my chest, our faces very close.  “Wakey, wakey,” she purred.

Her use of my same words the first time she woke up in bed with me, made me smile.  She had a bit of tease in her and I loved that.  “Ahh, the best waking I can ever remember actually.  Can we do it like this every morning?”

She smiled and blushed, sending me into instant arousal, the need to take her yet again instinctual and primal.  I kissed her instead.

She had to be pretty worn out by now.  We’d done nothing but shag and sleep with occasional breaks for the bathroom and hydration, all night long.

I pulled back from her mouth, caressing her face and tracing her lips with a finger.  “How are you feeling today, beautiful girl?”

“Loved by you,” she answered shyly.

Her simple answer and accompanying blush was enough to get me going and reaching for the box of condoms again.

“I can never do enough of that.”  I got myself wrapped, and my mouth sucking on her tits in record time.

Elaina arched and moaned for me, letting me know she wanted what I was doing, so I pulled her on top of me and snaked a hand between her legs.  My immediate goal being to make sure she was primed and ready for me.

She was.

My beautiful girl was soaking wet and more than prepared for me to fuck her.  Again.  Maybe she was really fucking me.  Either way, was all good and we were ready to go.

I slipped my hands under her bum and lifted her over my cock.  She helped to guide us on target and then dropped herself down, impaling herself hard on me.

“Fuck, yes!” I shouted, wondering if the poor people who lived here had been kept awake during night from all the noise.  I know we made plenty.

I was so lost in my girl, my social filter was completely absent, and I didn’t care if we were inconveniencing anybody.  Just didn’t care about anything or anyone but us.

She rode me expertly, lifting her hips again and again in a rotating motion that would see me utterly blown in a very short time.  As soon as I made sure she was going off, I’d let myself follow.  My Cherry came first.  This was a rule.  She.  Came.  First.

“Ahh…I’m coming…” she whispered, as she worked me over, her eyes starting to glaze as her whole body became overtaken by shudders.

Thank bloody hell.

I followed her within seconds, never taking my hands off her hips, slamming her down repeatedly onto my cock while I dissolved into her.

* * *

“I don’t know what I think is more beautiful, this spread or the view from our suite,” she announced at breakfast.

We’d made our way out of the bed, miraculously, and down to the dining room.  After our wake-up orgasms, we’d showered together and even managed to get dressed into clothing fit for public wear.  I think it really came down to the need for nutrients.  Bodies can’t shag for hours without some refueling to keep them going.  The best kind of experiment though.  I had no complaints as I sat across the breakfast table and watched her over a cup of tea and a scone.  My only distracting thought—the long curl of hair strewn over her left breast, obstructing my view.  My mind began playing the let’s remember what Elaina’s tits look like naked game.  She had the most spectacular pair that’s for sure.

Yeah, I’m just a lowly bastard male and cannot help myself.

“What’s on your mind, Neil?” She interrupted my inner ramblings.

I looked up to see her smirking and knew I was good and caught.

“Nothing fit for this fancy breakfast room full of guests.”

“I knew it,” she laughed.

“It’s all your fault, my darlin’” I said.  “I need to take you somewhere private and then I can show you exactly what was on my mind.”  I whispered the rest so nobody could hear.  “After I remove some of your clothes.”

“Ahh, I see what you’re on about.  You’re trying to trick me back into bed with you and you should know that it’s a lost cause, mister.”