“I don’t care. You’ll be moving into my cabin right after I’m done with you.” I climb onto the bed and push her legs apart with my thighs.
“You want to be a master chef, you need confidence, and I’m gonna coax that out of you.”
She bites her lower lip as my hand slides up her skirt. Her thighs are creamy and soft and she parts them for me, letting my hand slide right up until I hook my fingers over the band of her panties.
Her panties come off with a jerk of my hand, and I bury myself between her legs. She gasps at the suddenness of it and grasps the duvet in her fist.
It's only been two days, but this is already my favorite dish. I can’t get enough of my girl, and I lick her and suck her until she’s panting hard.
Maggie’s whimpers as she grinds her pussy into my face, shooting her cream onto my tongue as she comes.
I let her off the first time, but the next time she comes she’ll be screaming my name.
There’s a condom in my pocket. I’m prepared to respect her wishes. No matter how much I want a baby in her belly, I’ll respect what Maggie wants.
She shakes her head when she sees the condom.
“I’m on the pill.”
Her words make me smile. I don’t want anything between us.
I climb up the bed, shredding my clothes as she tugs at hers. Our lips collide, and there’s a frantic energy about the way her hands clasp my cock.
I sit back and pause, panting hard but wanting to savor this moment. She’s splayed out before me, her juices glistening on her thighs, her eyes wide and dark with desire. The only thing she’s wearing is the ring on her finger, and a wave of emotion rushes over me.
“I love you, Maggie.” Her eyes meet mine.
“I love you too,” she whispers.
With our eyes locked I slowly slide into her, sucking my breath in as her pussy sucks my cock into its tight walls.
My tip grazes her virgin barrier, and I pause. A nervous look passes across her face; she’s vulnerable right now and trusting.
“This may hurt, babydoll.”
My hand closes over hers on the bed, and our fingers lock. Slowly, I slide into her soft cherry pie. She clenches around me, and her jaw locks as she hisses between her teeth. Typical Maggie to let the pain out quietly.
“I want you to make some noise for me, Maggie. If it hurts, you scream. If it feels good, you scream. You got it?”
She nods, still looking tense.
“I need to hear your words, babydoll.” As I say it, I rock my hips and she moans.
“You understand?”
“Yes.” It’s a breathless yes and barely above a whisper.
“Louder, sweetheart.”
As I say it, I rock my hips and she moans.
“Yes.” It’s a little louder but not good enough.
“Louder.”
This time I thrust deep into her and grab a nipple in my mouth. She gasps, then remembers her words.
“Yes!”
