by Frankie Love
She smiles... and it’s a smile washed in relief. Her shoulders drop and she lets out a sigh as if she’s been waiting her whole life for someone to take her seriously. To validate her.
Well, I’ll validate her all right. I’ll validate her brains out. Hell, I’ll validate her pussy all day long.
Because something as pure and untouched as her can only be right.
I reach my hands around her back and unclasp her bra, dropping it on the floor. Her breasts are perfect, small just like she is. She has the kind of tits you can put in your mouth and suck on. The kind of tits that are begging to be coated in come. The kind of tits that were made to be held.
I run my thumbs over her nipples. They are hard from the icy water.
And they are hard in anticipation of what’s to take place next.
She closes her eyes, whimpering as my thumbs roll over her tits.
She doesn’t reach for me, she is hesitant and I can tell she’s going to need a lot of guidance when it comes to that part.
Thankfully, we have plenty of time. I’m sure as fuck not going anywhere.
I pull her mouth to mine, holding the base of her neck, and kiss her like the dream she is.
She moans into my mouth as if the kiss both shocks and surprises her. Her hands press against my bare chest, leaning into me with excitement. Her lips are so fucking tender that I kiss them hard, wanting them swollen and devoured.
Our mouths open, my tongue slides against hers, and she sighs, her body language telling me that my girl has never been properly kissed.
Hell, with her greedy mouth, pressing deeper against mine, I can’t help but think she’s never been kissed at all.
I kiss her until she is out of breath, then I whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna need to see your pussy soon.”
Her eyes open, full of wonder.
“Okay,” she says slowly. “I want you to take anything you like.”
I groan in pleasure over her decadent offering. Damn, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Like the angel she is, she stands up, on my bed. Even though we’re below deck, her head doesn’t touch the ceiling because she is so petite.
I’m a big man, tall and broad, and I can hardly fit down here.
She stands and rests her arms on my shoulders for balance; I use the opportunity to take a good long look at her.
With one hand she pulls down her panties and they fall to her ankles. She steps back and we both look down.
Her cunt is fucking beautiful. But I need to spread her pussy, I want to see how tight she is, I want to look at her with her knees dropped, imagining myself buried deep inside of her.
“Do I look okay?” she asks shyly.
I exhale. Does she look okay? “Alice, you have no idea how perfect you are.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not perfect.” It’s as if self-doubt has plagued her entire life. “My family expects me to be, but I know I’m not. There’s a lot of things that aren’t perfect about me.”
“I don’t believe you,” I tell her.
“It’s true. You wouldn’t think I was perfect either if you knew all the things I am imagining right now.”
“Oh, baby.” I run my hand over her round ass, squeezing her perfect cheeks. “Your imagination is not going to be a problem. Now tell me,” I say wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her to me. “Tell me things that you’re thinking.”
She licks her lips, our mouths so close to touching. But I need her to tell me her thoughts. I need to know where she’s coming from because I want to take those ideas and turn them into reality.
The ideas running through her head are leaving her breathless. She bites her bottom lip, then ekes out her desire. “I think about you crammed inside of me until I’m so full that I might break. I think about you, about your cock, in my mouth gagging me. I think about you tying my arms to this bedpost, pressing your cock against my ass.”
She covers her face with her hands. Shaking her head. “I can’t believe I just said that to you. You must think I’m a sex maniac.”
“Oh baby, that does not make you a maniac, that just makes you mine.”
Chapter Four
The fact that I just told Aiden the erotic fantasies that float through my mind causes my face to flush. A part of me is embarrassed for telling him the absolute truth.
But when Aiden looks at me, I know I said the exact right thing.
There is no denying that this is what I want and I’m not asking anyone else for permission. I’m not waiting for someone else to give me the go-ahead. I want this. I want him.
He’s big and knows what he’s doing and I’m small and need his guidance. And when he leans me back, my head resting on pillows as he hovers over me, I think he just might be the missing piece to the puzzle of my heart.
It doesn’t matter that he is a stranger.
He doesn’t feel like a stranger.
And now that I’ve revealed my fantasies with him... he is no stranger at all.
Maybe the people I live with, the people who make all the decisions for me are the real strangers. I’d never trust them with my deepest truth. They didn’t even trust me to even make a good decision when it comes to fishing.
Though, considering that only one hour into my excursions I’m already naked in Aiden’s arms... maybe they were right to keep me confined.
Out in the wild, I’m not exactly a good little girl.
But I want to be an unbridled woman.
Free to give my body to whom I want, when I want.
Even if my family would consider this a mistake, I don’t. Peter is the one they’ve chosen for me and I know this will ruin that.
Thank God. Right now, I want to be ruined.
My life has been orchestrated by other people.
I may be a musician trying for a spot in a symphony, but this time I don’t care what my family thinks about my performance.
This is my song.
And I choose to play it with Aiden.
As he leans lower against me, his rigid cock overwhelms my senses. I forget about the probability of a mistake and let myself fall into the possibility of the moment.
And right now, the possibilities feel limitless.
He leans over me, pressing himself so hard against my pussy that I ache with desire. He runs the length of his tip up and down my wet slit, teasing me. “You like that, don’t you baby?”
I whimper a yes because I do. I reach to feel him, he’s so thick, so long... and so velvety smooth. I didn’t expect that. His cock is looking for where it belongs.
And I have the key.
“I want to do this with you, now,” I tell him, pressing his top against my hood.
“We can take our time, Alice, we don’t need to rush this.”
“I know,” I sigh, knowing this is the man I’ve always imagined being with. Different than any man I’ve ever met. The kind of man who is free and alive and comfortable in his own skin. “But I’ve waited my whole life for a moment like this. And now I have it... I don’t want to waste it.”
When I speak, Aiden looks at me with intention, he stops moving his cock against me and instead smooths the hair around my face, tucking a still-wet strand behind my ear.
“I don’t want to waste this moment either. In life, even if it seems like you have all the time in the world, you never know.”
I relax under him; grateful he isn’t going to take away the one thing I’m finally choosing on my own.
Him.
He runs his hand between my legs, my skin prickling under his touch. I inhale, trying to stay still but he tickles me, fluttering his forefinger against my opening.
“I know you want to dive in, just like you did back there on the dock, but I don’t want to hurt you, Alice. And your sweet pussy is so fucking tight.”
I moan as he spreads my thighs apart, as his finger begins running up and down me, then pressing inside, entering me and causing a high pitch whine to escape my mouth.
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I knew his touch would make me feel hot... but right now I am on fire.
He moves his finger deeper inside me and flicks it back and forth as if knowing what I need.
And oh, do I need it.
I feel myself melting into the bed, the comforter soft under me and my toes curl into it. My hips move along with his rhythm, and he’s kneeling now, at the end of the bed, his body so ripped and his hands so capable. I look up at him, his hand reaching behind my ass, tilting my pelvis higher as if he wants to see my pussy as he fingers me.
“Girl, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, and I know he likes that, because his face is no longer filled with grins and cocked brows--now it is cloaked in desire. His eyes darker, and his hand reaches to a drawer. He grabs a condom and rips it open.
I watch him roll it on expertly and a part of me is sad to watch his hard cock become contained. It wants to be free just like me, but I respect Aiden all the more for knowing what it means to take care of me.
“Is my pussy ready?” I ask, my core tightening at the idea of him filling me all the way up.
“So ready, baby. Still, it might hurt, you gonna be okay?”
I think about all the times my fingers ached from practicing the cello, wanting to stop, but never giving in. I think about the exhaustion of perfection. The never ending stream of recitals and performances growing up. Always on stage, on point. Never being allowed to complain even if I wanted to.
I know about pain, about suppressing emotion and forcing a smile.
“It’s okay. I know what it’s like to work through unpleasant feelings.”
He shakes his head, his fingers rubbing my clit, tight little circles I never knew I needed. My hands grab hold of the bedspread as he touches me so softly.
“That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s gonna hurt, but it’ll feel so nice. I promise.”
I like the sound of that.
I watch as he guides himself inside me, and I know there is no going back.
But I don’t want to return to being the person I was yesterday. I want to lean into this possibility.
“You okay, baby?” he asks.
“Yes,” I sigh. “This is what I need. What I want. I want to get lost with you.”
When he has just begun to fill me, he rests his elbow on one side of me, cupping my shoulder, and his other hand guides his cock home.
“Good,” he tells me. “Because I swear with you in my arms I lose all sense of direction.”
I whimper. I moan. I bite my lip. He caresses my cheek, whispering sweet nothings, pressing his massive cock inside, deeper, and deeper, until I am full.
Oh God, my pussy is on fire, ripped open, my heart bare, but he is exactly right. It’s a kind of hurt that feels sinfully right. The kind of hurt that a person could start to crave.
I give into him, into this. I wrap my legs around him, and his hand takes hold of my ass. He squeezes it as if making sure I am real, that this is real.
Nothing has ever been more real in my life.
My arms wrap around his neck, and my breasts are pressed against his chest. He lifts me up in one fell swoop, and then I’m against a wall, wrapped around him still, bouncing on his hard cock.
And then the orgasm begins reaching deep inside me, pulling at me. Begging to be released.
“Oh, Aiden,” I moan, clawing at his skin as he thrusts deep inside me.
“Is this what you needed, baby?” he asks, his voice gruff, his arms effortlessly holding me up. I feel so sexy and beautiful as I ride his cock.
My breasts bounce as he fills me, and I gasp at the sensation of coming against him. The walls of my pussy shudder and I tremble against him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan. This is exactly what I needed. What I wanted.
My head falls against his chest and he groans out his release. Even with a condom on, I feel his warm come in my pussy, and something inside me stirs. I want his come inside of me, I want to feel all he has to give.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he tells me, carrying me back to the bed. He sits on the edge of it, and I pull his cock out but stay sitting in his lap. I love the idea that his hardness is between us.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
We stare at one another for a minute, and I know he understands how badly I needed to just lose control.
“Where are you from, Alice?” he asks, kissing my collarbone.
“Seattle.”
“Why are you here?”
“I’m on a cruise. We came to this port last night. I came out this way for a fishing trip this morning but I missed it.”
“When does the boat leave?”
“Not until 8 o’clock.”
He looks at the clock on the wall.
“We have nine hours then. That’s what you’re saying?” He raises a brow, making a decision. “No one is going to wonder where you are?”
“Not today. Today I get to do what I want.”
“With who you want.”
I smile. “Exactly.”
“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asks.
“You.”
With that, he rolls me to my back, takes off his condom and tells me it’s time we get to work on my fantasies.
Chapter Five
She says she’s from Seattle, but damn, it seems like she’s from another world.
I ask her if she’s ready to touch my cock, and she tells me she is.
“When you came in me,” she says, “I imagined tasting your come. I want to suck you; I want you in my mouth.”
Her words alone could get me off.
And a few minutes later, when I’m on my back and she straddles me, her head bent down, her mouth wide open, her throat fucking full, I know I’m a lucky bastard.
When she sits down on me, I grab her hips and still her. And then I start licking her perfect pussy, tasting how fucking sweet she is.
It doesn’t take her long to start dripping, she’s so fucking wet; her cunt a waterfall. I lick her slit up and down, my tongue fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. And she sucks me off too, my cock so hard against her. She tentatively begins to massage my shaft as she sucks; to fondle my balls as she moves her head up and down.
I’m gonna come so fast, and so is she--and I don’t want this blow job to end. I could lick her cunt all day long. When my tongue flicks against her, over and over again, she can’t contain her excitement.
Her entire body trembles as she comes hard against me. I kiss her pussy lips as she climaxes and after she does, like the good girl she is, she keeps sucking me until my come spurts into her mouth, until my seed is sliding down her throat, until we’re both fucked out of our minds.
And then we go for seconds.
Then thirds.
Eventually, though, we work ourselves to exhaustion.
“Come here,” I tell her, pulling her close to me in the bed. We’re both completely naked, and I savor the way her flesh feels against mine. I pull her on top of me, wanting to memorize the way she feels against me, her tits pressed against my chest, her swollen pussy against my groin. I wrap my arms around her, running my hands over her ass.
“We can sleep for a bit while our clothes dry,” I tell her. “Then we can get some food before you have to go. Sound good?”
She purrs a yes, then curls up against me and closes her eyes. It’s like she’s a little kitten who had her milk, licked the cream from her lips, and now needs a cat nap.
A few hours later we’re sitting in the bar that all the locals frequent. Chum is at my feet, and the bartender, Grady comes around the bar and pats his back like he’s as much a regular as I am.
When Grady grabs a stainless steel bowl and fills it halfway up with beer, Alice’s eyes get wide but she doesn’t say anything. When Chum starts lapping it up, I can’t help but laugh.
“Thanks, Grady. But I’m not sure he deserves a treat today. He knocked Alice here in the water. Almost drowned the poor thing.”
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bsp; Grady frowns worriedly. “Glad you’re okay.”
Alice thanks him. “I’m just glad Aiden was here to rescue me. It was terrifying.”
Grady raps his knuckles on the bar, “That’s the kind of man Aiden is. Always having someone else’s back.”
Alice looks at me with surprise.
“What?” I ask, pulling back with a smirk. “Surprised I’m known around here as a nice guy?”
She shakes her head as if embarrassed.
“No, any man who has a dog following him around like Chum follows you can’t be all bad.”
Grady leaves to serve another customer and I ask Alice what she’d like to drink.
“Umm, Pinot Grigio?” Her voice is tentative and I see her tense her shoulders up, out of place. I shake my head no.
“Why not?” she asks as if not realizing a place like this doesn’t serve fancy-ass white wine.
That’s when I get a better look at her. When we met, she was soaking wet and half-drowned, but now that her clothes are dry and she’s attempted to put herself back together, I see the diamond earrings she wears and the fine cashmere sweater she has under her raincoat. She has on rain boots, but the label says, HUNTER. Even I know that her waterproof footwear is high-end.
She’s rich, I can see that. And I guess it makes sense, she is a sweet, innocent girl on a fancy-ass cruise, probably sheltered as hell.
“You can’t drink white wine at a bar like this. You need some beer. Something light? Dark?” I don’t want to assume I know what kind of beer Alice likes-- and I’m not one of those fuckers who tells a woman what to do outside of the bedroom.
She shrugs. “Light?”
I nod. “Two Rainier’s,” I tell Grady. I place an order for a couple burgers and fries as well, and she sits with her hands folded, suddenly prim and proper, not at all like she was below deck... where she shed her fears and her clothes within minutes of meeting me.
In this environment, she’s been brought back to reality. As if our time in my boat was just a little dream.
Now, with her clothes back on, we’re faced with a different sort of truth.