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He nods enthusiastically as he starts to push himself in, slowly. He watches me closely; the last thing he wants to do is to hurt me.
Feeling his cock invade me, pushing past my folds, goddamn, is it such a profound feeling. The adrenaline that had cooled ever so slightly is now pumping through me again as I welcome his entire cock into my body. He presses forward bit by bit, until soon, he’s all the way inside me. It feels immense, intense, and I have to say, I kind of love it.
It’s a bit strange, too, but it’s a new experience. Everything takes a little getting used to sometimes, and this is no different.
All the while Hawk watches me, like, well... a hawk. He’s concentrated on making sure my first time is as sweet and pleasant as he can manage.
When he’s sure that this is going to be the complete opposite of "first-time horror stories," he kisses me on the lips, holds me tight, and then slowly yet surely begins to fuck me good and proper. A gentle caress, his hair mingling with my violet locks makes this every bit as sweet as I always hoped it would be.
The pace is slow at first, Hawk still unsure he isn’t going to split me in half. With how he’s hung, I can understand his worries, but it turns out I’m a lot more flexible than I could ever imagine. It’s almost kind of boring, and I squeeze him on the ass and grasp his cock and shoot him a playful glare.
He starts to take me hard, steadily, powerfully, and I get to enjoy the friction of his cock sliding out of my sensitive slit only for him to enter again, the jolt of delight searing through me.
Something about the shape of his member is just right, tickling my clit with each and every penetration. Or maybe Hawk just knows how to fuck a woman in a way that lets her feel it in the best way possible.
And boy, do I feel it. I grind against his cock as he takes me, bucking up and down against him. My knowledge of sex might be limited to certain unsavory internet sites, but I know enough to realize no one really likes a pillow princess. While I may well be a princess in a lot of ways, in this case it is definitely an adjective I didn’t want to describe me.
So I do my damndest to meet him with the same enthusiasm and need that Hawk is showing me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as though I'm holding on. My fingernails run down his back as the height of my passion grows. I grind against Hawk, cry out, my voice becoming rapidly louder and more incomprehensible by the moment, just like I did when I was at the mercy of his tongue.
He takes all my craziness as an invitation to go harder, which I’m so happy that he did. He ruts into me again and again, and I meet him with the same gusto, my legs wrapping around his hips and urging him to give me even more if he has it.
The sensational bliss inside me pushes me to my limits as I keep trying to meet him. It’s getting so hard, as everything is so damn intense. I’m a murmuring little mess, and it makes him smile.
“You’re such a little vixen,” he pants, a small sign that I’m matching everything he’s doing to me.
We’re becoming hotter, and I’m holding on, although I don’t know how much longer that I can hold on. I’m whipping to and fro, doing everything I can to keep up.
I’m not alone. He’s right there with me, approaching his orgasm, and ready to give me his all.
“Where do you want me?”
“Huh?” I drone, trembling, trying to keep it together.
“Where should I come?”
My mind is in a rush. I want all of him, and I mean every bit of it.
But I want him.
Completely.
“Inside. Give it to me. All of it.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
One more stroke, one more thrust. It’s all it takes to send me screaming over the line. My vision blurs white, my entire body trembling as my orgasm explodes, spreading through my entire body and leaving me moaning for him, our desire echoing through the mountains that surround us, and I don’t care if anyone hears my desire for him.
At the height of my lust, I feel him inside me. Shuddering, sputtering, pulsing with need and lust for me, filling me with each and every bit of that heat.
He holds me close. I hold him tight. We savor every single microsecond, not wanting this serene moment to ever end.
After what feels like an eternity, he tenderly kisses me. “You’re wonderful. Beautiful. The best I’ve ever had.”
“And you’re the sweetest and most wonderful man I ever met,” I whisper back. “And yes, also the best I ever had.”
“I know,” he says with a laugh. He could see my naïveté from a mile away.
Soon he slips out of me and nuzzles me closely with another kiss. “The night’s falling. I brought camping supplies just in case. You don’t have anywhere to be, do you?”
