“Yeah, it’s so peaceful.” I agreed, in much need of it after the day before. We set up our small tent and put in our air mattress, taking turns inflating it. I started a fire in the pit, while Mickey dressed our bed. I watched as the embers came to life and the fire bloomed before my eyes. I sat and watched as the fire danced before me. Mickey came up and hugged me from behind, we watched the fire in silence for a few moments. It was another thing I loved about Mickey, we could enjoy the silence and it wasn’t awkward, but comforting. We decided to go for a hike while the sun still shone and then played cards into the night after our barbeque dinner.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked her as we lay in bed, entangled in the sheets.
“Of course, babe.” She smiled, kissing my neck.
“Remember that stupid project we did in English?” I asked her as I caressed her stomach.
“Yeah, the one Mrs. B gave us to entertain herself with all of our personal lives.” She laughed, “What about it?” she asked, a small smile on her lips.
“You never told me what you were jealous of, all you had said was it was of someone and what they had. I’ve just been wondering what it was,” I explained. She giggled and hid her face in my neck.
“It’s so embarrassing,” she muttered, still hiding.
“Please tell me,” I asked, even more curious now.
“Fine, but don’t judge me or laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t.”
“Well, it was of you and Ali, and all the girls like Ali that you were with. They drove me crazy because I wished I was the one with you,” she explained, finally lifting her head, her cheeks pink. I laughed against my will, earning myself a small shove in the arm.
“Sorry!” I laughed, “It’s just I was so jealous of you and Derek! I never thought you’d be jealous of any of those girls,” I told her honestly. We both chucked at how silly we’d been. I kissed her soft lips, so happy to be past everything and finally with her. Her lips were soft as she kissed me back, soon our gentle kiss morphed into hunger and lust filled as we lost ourselves to one another. Mickey took off my shirt and I did the same to her, taking off layer after layer, until there was nothing separating our bodies.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked her nervously. My heart was about ready to jump out of my chest and I was losing all restraint, I wanted her so bad.
“Yes, James. I want you, I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said, hungry for me as well. “It was always you,” she whispered into my ear, making me lose any control I’d once had. I lay her down and took my time kissing a path to her core before I paid some attention to her glistening sex, loving the taste of her and her moans of satisfaction. I pulled the condom out of my bag, that I’d packed just in case. I rolled it down my member with shaking hands, from both nerves and desire. I wanted this so much. I kissed her as I slowly lowered myself into her, wanting to take this slow and scared to hurt her. She was so tight and it was hard to fit myself in, there was resistance and she cried out but held me down, to keep me going deeper. I’d never imagined feeling anything so tight and warm wrapped around my dick, it was heaven. I moved in and out of her slowly at first, getting used to the feel of her tight sex. She moaned in pleasure, her fingers digging into my back and bringing me that much closer. I slowly picked up speed. I was so close already, she screamed out loud edging me on and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came so hard, I felt slightly dizzy and lay on top of her panting as well. She looked up at me smiling widely, her eyes all dazed and her face glowing.
“That was amazing,” she breathed out, as I rolled onto the mattress beside her, bringing her small body against mine.
“It was incredible.” I agreed, holding her close as the waves of pleasure continued to course through me. If I’d thought I was addicted to Mickey before, I didn’t know the half of it because I was addicted to her in a whole new way now. We made love multiple times that night and again the next morning, addicted to the pleasure and how perfectly our bodies fit together, with no space or separation. There could never be enough when it felt this good.
Michaela
James rubbed my inner thigh, his finger lightly brushing against my core teasingly. He couldn’t seem to get enough of me and I was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. I was so happy we had both waited to share our first time together, it made it that much more special. As far as first times went, I thought ours was perfect. The pain in the beginning had been sharp and searing and unlike any pain I’d ever felt, white hot and blinding, but it didn’t last too long and morphed into unimaginable pleasure. And after the first time, it only got better and the pain became a distant memory. I’d always wondered what all the fuss was about but now I fully understood. James continued to tease me suggestively but I needed a break, even though I wanted him all over again more than anything.
“I’m too sore,” I told him, apologetically.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking,” he said quickly, feeling awful, “Are you okay, babe? We shouldn’t have done as much as we did. I’m such an idiot!”
“Babe, I’m fine. I loved all of it, I just need a little break,” I
