“Now, we do have to cover a few things first,” he said kissing my shoulder. Then the space between my breasts. My bra had a front clasp, which he deftly unhooked. My nipples were hard and tight little buds in anticipation of his touch.
“What things?” I asked, as I moved my body to hopefully align my nipple with his mouth. But he was pressing kisses all around my breast, teasing me with his lips.
“You have beautiful nipples,” he said as he hovered over them. “I want to play with them and I’ll let you play with mine, but to be clear, there should be no twisting involved.”
A small wave of embarrassment washed over me. “You saw that, huh?”
“Yep. Let me tell you, I had to think long and hard about letting you anywhere near my nipples.”
He took my hand and rested my fingers over one of his hard buds, which were hiding under a smattering of dark chest hair.
“But I’ve decided to trust you.”
His mouth dipped then, and then he was teasing my breast with his tongue. It felt so good, I almost let it go. Almost succumbed to the magic of his touch and his mouth.
But some evil part inside me couldn’t just let his warning go unanswered.
“Paul, something you should know about me, about my family.”
“Hmm,” he said, as he moved from my right breast to my left in a string of sweet hot, kisses.
“We always play a little dirty.” And with that warning, I pinched his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted it as hard as I could.
“Ow!” he shouted and rolled to his back.
“I couldn’t help myself. I had to do it!”
I rolled onto my back and howled with laughter even as he rubbed his chest and scowled at me. My laughter was short lived, however, when his fingers reached for the spot just under my ribs.
“Okay, Kay-Kay. You want war. You got war. How ticklish are you?”
“No! No! No!”
I was ridiculously ticklish.
He was on top of me then, his fingers finding my most sensitive spots along my ribs until I was laughing and squirming and doing everything I could to avoid his touch. But not avoid his touch, because that was the fun of tickles. They didn’t hurt. They just made you a little crazy.
He was laughing maniacally on top of me. I was laughing so hard I almost lost my breath until suddenly he stopped. He pinned my arms above my head and settled his glorious weight over my body, so that I couldn’t move.
“You’re so much more than a job,” he whispered, his lips just above mine in our cocoon of blankets.
I could feel his erection, now long, hard, and hot, pressed against my belly.
“And I want every part of you,” he added. He stripped me of my panties, then lifted my leg around his waist. “I’m going to come inside you now.”
“Condom?” I squeaked.
“Birth control?”
“Pill,” I answered.
“I’m clean. You?”
I nodded. Part of me knew we shouldn’t do this. I’d never had sex without a condom in my life. Opening myself up to him, without that barrier, felt scary. Like I was taking this big leap of faith. It made no sense that I should do that with Paul. We barely knew each other. We barelylikedeach other.
Except that wasn’t true, was it? It was just another thing I was in denial about. I did like Paul. I liked Paul a lot. I came out to this cabin looking for him because I just wanted to see him. Wanted to be with him. Wanted to spar with him, or eat brownies with him, or have him cook something for me. Anything. Because I was happier when I was around him and I hadn’t been happy in so long.
So, so long.
