“Never found a woman worth giving my life up for.”
“So, that’s what a relationship means to you, too much sacrifice?” she asks with a smile splayed across her lips.
“Naw, I just don’t think I’ll find a woman who will want to live out here with me,” I tell her.
“You get lonely up here?”
“Lonely? Sure. But then I just close my eyes and think about a woman like you. It gets me off in no time.”
“So you jerk off all by yourself up here in the woods?”
“You judging me? Cause I’m guessing you’ve gotten yourself off alone plenty of times if you’re a twenty-four-year-old virgin.”
Justine laughs, and I like that I can talk so easily with her. There’s no pretense here, she’s not beating around the bush or shying away from questions that might be awkward.
She may be innocent sexually, but she knows who she is, she knows what she likes what she doesn’t. She knows what wants. And that’s a fucking turn on, a woman who is her own person, apart from whatever a man might bring to the table. Strong and resilient, not meek and mild.
“I suppose you’re right,” she agrees. “I have a vibrator or two.”
When she talks about a battery-operated boyfriend, heat rises coloring her cheeks.
“You’re so damn cute when you blush,” I tell her.
“Shush,” she says as my cock begins to throb with excitement. Her hand-job is getting me all primed for her tight pussy.
“I need you, woman,” I tell her. “Are you ready?”
She looks down at me greedily, straddling me with my cock in her hand, she runs her hand up and down it, as I harden against her touch.
“I need you too, Ryder. I’ve been waiting a very long time for this.”
I gently slap her ass and she lifts herself up ever so slightly, my cock nearing her pussy. “Are you scared?” I ask.
She just shakes her head, letting herself sink against me, inch by inch.
“It hurts,” she whispers. Her eyes close and I find her hands, lacing my fingers through them. Then I pull her lower against me, our chests pressed against one another. Her pussy is full of my cock, and it makes me feel like the luckiest goddamn fool. I leave soft kisses against her swollen lips, wanting to seal this moment in my memory forever.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “The pain will pass.” I grind slowly against her, my cock moving deeper inside of her.
I wrap an arm around her waist and around her shoulders, then I roll her over, resting above her.
Pushing her hair from her forehead, I look deep into her eyes as I move against her.
“Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she moans as I move in deeper and deeper until she’s completely filled by me. “Now it feels...”
“You’re right, baby. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels right.”
I want this moment to last forever, this moment when I don’t just take her virginity. There’s a moment where I give her a piece of my heart.
We exchange something in this moment when she is filled with me and I’m filled with her and our eyes are locked and our hands are held. In that moment, it’s as if together, we can get through anything. Be anything. Go anywhere. In this moment I am hers and she is mine.
I know in her mind this won’t last forever. It is meant to be for a night.
But a few hours with Justine in my arms, and I already know she has changed me.
And I don’t know how I could go back to a life without her.
Tomorrow I’ll take her to an airport and she will fly home. So if all we have is one night, I’m going to do my damnedest to make it count.Chapter 11JustineWhen he fills me up it’s about more than sex and my virginity.
It’s something holy.
It feels like fate. Like we were written in the stars.
It was destined to go this way.
And I can’t help but think that I got really damn lucky to be kidnapped by him last night.
Why did I ever decide to hold out so long for sex? Whatever Ryder is doing to me, it’s heaven on earth.
I wouldn’t have wanted to share this moment with anyone else. When Ryder presses his cock deep inside me, my core ignites, and the idea of this pleasure ending—or of this pleasure being shared with any other man—it causes tears to spring to my eyes.
“Don’t cry,” he tells me. His cock is against my throbbing pussy, my needy body.
“They aren’t sad tears, I promise. They’re happy tears.” I blink widely, embarrassed to be getting so emotional right now.
But he doesn’t seem embarrassed by my tears at all. Most guys are. Most guys hate to see women cry. But Ryder just uses his thumb to wipe them away, cradling my face with his strong, capable hands as he moves against me.