"No,” I whisper, reaching a finger out and tracing the curve of her hip. “You're mine now. I’m not especially interested in sharing your time with anyone."
“We’re on the same page then. We’ll live up here, hidden away in the mountain until we either run out of food or I run out of paint.”
“Impossible. I can hunt for and grow our food, and I can show you how to find pigment to make your paint.”
She gasps and smiles. “Then it’s settles,” she whispers. “We’ll never leave this room.”
“Sounds like a perfect life to me,” I return, leaning over her and kissing her so deep I don’t want it to end.
Millie
Iwake up to a hardness pressing against my butt and smile, my body aching in a delicious way from our activities last night. Slowly, I shift around, finding myself pulled closer into Dylan’s welcoming arms. This feels like therealhappily ever after I always imagined the Disney princesses got after the credits rolled.
"Mmm. Good mornin’, sunshine," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me deep and slow, a big smile on his sleepy face.
“Seems like part of you woke up before you did,” I whisper, trailing my hand down over his chest and abdomen until I reach his stiff cock and wrap my fingers around it, massaging up and down. It jolts at my touch and becomes diamond hard after only a few strokes.
Dylan's reverberated hum urges me on, his eyes falling closed as his head arches back. I kiss his neck, my tongue running over his thrumming pulse as I stroke his entire length, soft at first, but with a tighter grip as this hips thrust up toward my hand.
“Fuck, that feels good, baby.”
Memories of our night together fill my mind. He made my first sexual experience so achingly beautiful that I may have found myself a new addiction—him.
"Can I take you inside me?" I ask in what I hope is a sultry tone.
He opens one eye and grins at me. "Sunshine, I'llalwayswant to be inside you."
His hands trail down my body, massaging my plump breasts before moving along my curves, down to my round ass. I let out a squeal as he picks me up and places me on top of him, my legs straddling either side. Pressing up through my knees, I take hold of his cock and guide myself over him, Dylan’s steadying hands at me hips. And when I sink over him, I let out a long, ecstasy-filled moan.
“Oh, Dylan.”
“Fuck, you feel good, sunshine,” he rasps, reaching his hand between us to stroke my clit. A soft whimper escapes my lips, and I wonder how a girl like me ever got so lucky as to find a man like him. Now, more than ever, I know that my finding that real estate listing was kismet, all designed to ensure I’d meet my one true love.
While I know it sounds a little over the top, there’s something magical about meeting a person and feeling as though they make your soul light up—almost like your souls recognize each other and give a little wave…or maybe a cute little wink...
As I rock my hips along Dylan’s length, warm, delicious pleasure emanates from deep within. He gently rubs my clit as I rock, his fingers splayed over my lower belly as his thumb does the work. My toes curl and my brain stutters from the intense stimulation of his ‘handiwork’—pun absolutely intended.
I’m so close. And when my moans and whimpers hit a pitch, Dylan places his hands on my hips, holding tight as he bucks up from beneath me, deepening our connection and quickening the past. I just about to lose my mind.
“Oh god!”
Keeping pace, he lets loose a moan, throwing his head back against the pillow, neck straining. "Oh, fuck, Millie."
"Dylan…" I moan as he thrusts again and again, lifting up as I slam down, giving me the ride of my life. As the intensity increases, I wrap my fingers around his neck for support as I ride him up and down, my breasts bouncing with each pulse.
Flexing up through his abs, he leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, it pinches, but in a glorious way that causes me to release aloudmoan. "Holyfuuuuck."
Still latched on to my tit, he increases his pace, and I struggle to keep up, my mind and body criss-crossing at various levels of intense pleasure. My bones are practically liquid and I feel like I might never be able to move again once this is through.It really does get better.
"Oh, God, Dylan, I don't know how much longer I can hold myself," I force out between gasps of air.
"I'm right there with you, baby," he murmurs, releasing my nipple and grabbing me by the hips. With a flurry of movement, he shifts our position, lying me onto the bed without missing a beat, my foot hooked over his shoulder as he continues to thrust harder and deeper into me.
"Oh god!Oh, Dylan! I'm going to come!"
"Me too, sunshine. I'll meet you there," he gasps, leveling me with one last thrust. "Fuck! Millie!"
My inside tightens and pulses, and I explode around him, my orgasm coming in a rush. "Ah!Dylaaaaaaan!" I scream, nails digging into his skin.
