Why Choose? Have Them Both

Mine

5

Damien releases my hand at door of the cabin and fumbles around and produces an old rusty key, unlocks the door and we step inside.

He steps to the left and rattles around and I hear a match light. Soon he has lanterns lit and when I look around I see one medium sized room, a bed in the far right corner, a table and chairs the the right of the door with a fire place between them. To the left is a makeshift kitchen with and sink and a couple of cupboards with a kettle on the side.

Damien shuts the door behind me and gestures to the table. He the busies himself with starting the fire.

I am shuddering, soaking wet, teeth chattering once more. I move towards the bed, wanting nothing but to be warm. I strip down to my underwear and climb into the bed, curling up under the somewhat musty blankets, not caring about the stale smell.

Once the fire begins its life Damien goes to the sink and brings a towel that he rustled up from somewhere, handing it to me. I wrap it in my hair to soak the water, realising I’ve already got the pillow wet.

‘W-what about you?” I ask and he frowns. “Y-you’re soak-ed” I stuttered out between shivers.

“I don’t much feel the cold,” he says.

“Not much of a first date really is it?” He winces, looking chagrined. Thinking of his fingers in me a smile creeps over my face. Smirking to myself I say ‘I’ve h-had wors-se”.

A cheeky glint on his face, he chuckles and starts to undress. My eyes pop at his body and he gestures as if asking permission to get in. I throw back the blanker and he climbs over me. He curls himself around me and I melt into his warmth. He sucks in a breath when my cold skin touches his but wraps me tighter to him. We lie there and slowly the cold ebbs away from me. I begin to feel safe and warm cocooned in him. It surprises me when I think I've know him for just a day. But it feels like I’ve know him for much longer somehow. Everything feels so right. I should be alarmed at how quickly this is happening but I’m not. Not even a little bit.

Damiens fingers brush across my arm, back and forth and when I turn to look at him he is lost in thought. “Penny for your thoughts,” I say to him. “Hmm?” He responds, still lost in his mind. “What’s on your mind?” I say to him. He looks down at me and grins, saying “The sounds you make when you’re in my hands,’ his grin wicked he his lips meet mine. I slap at his chest playfully and push his back a little, “It was NOT!” I say smiling and blushing. “Well it is now…” his lips meeting mine again, kissing me slowly.

Warm thick heat spreads through my body with his kisses and he positions himself over me, resting his weight on his arms. We kiss and push are bodies together for some time until my entire being is humming.

Running my hands down his back, his skin is smooth over his muscles. His breath hot, his kisses moving from my mouth to my neck. He reaches a spot there and I gasp and moan, raking my nails down his back and he snarls into my neck.

I move to roll on top, straddling him. I feel his hard c**k beneath me and scent his leathery spice. I look down at him, hair disheveled, eyes almost black. I remove my bra and his hands meet my breast squeezing as I throw my head back and grind him again. He grunts out a sound, raising his hips to meet me, rubbing his erection along my wetness. I face him once more and lower myself to plant kisses over his chest, my hands roaming his skin. He sucks in a breath when my tongue meets his n****e, my hands running down his sides. I move across to the other with my mouth and begin a slow decent down towards his boxers.

My fingers trace their elastic rim before I pull them away from his hard c**k and down his legs. I take his thick length in my hands and lazily drag my hand down as I gently nibble the area near the base of him. Air whooshes from him and his hands twine through my hair, gripping it hard.

My body convulses at the though of him in my mouth, my breath quickening and I feel myself getting wetter in apprehension.

I hold off a little and stroke him firmly, up and down and up and down. His chest heaves from the bed and he sucks in a breath, a low rumble emerging from him.

I watch him react to my touch with utter delight. His breathing is heavier, his hands still tight in my hair. I intended to take my time with him, but I cannot wait to have him in my mouth.

Leaving my grip at his base I take in the sight of him. He is thick and long and quite beautiful in my hand. I lick my tongue from base to tip, watching him as I do. He sucks in another breath between his teeth his hips rising with pleasure. I repeat the action, moving around his massive girth and then plunge him into my mouth, spreading my jaw wide to take as much of him as I can. I hear him call my name as I part my mouth further and push down, slowly, before coming back up. I do this until I am used to the feel of him, slowly taking him in and out of my mouth. He feels hot and smooth on my tongue and as I begin to move it around him, bring him back out of my mouth and the suckling on his juicy round head. He growls and sweasr and calls my name. Plunging him into my mouth again and I make sure to look into his eyes as I push him as far as he can go. He gasps again, looking down to me and his eyes flash gold. I speed up now, still taking him deep and sucing hard on his head and repeat the motion, wild with passion. I was enjoying it as much as him, maybe more. He begins to tense and I maintain my rhythm wondering how he will tase when he bursts into me. He sits us up, him high on his knees ans I crouch down to meet him.

He grabs my face and gently pushes into my mouth looking down at me. I stop moving and beckon him to continue, but he sakes his head. I begin to move again, and he meets my movements. He groans again his head rising to the ceiling, pushing towards me as I push him further into my mouth. I want his realise, to taste him in my mouth and so I speed up my rhythm. He begins to pant and stokes my cheek, meeting my eyes once more. I want him over the edge, I am so wet and hungry for his release. I plunge him deeper into me, choking as he hits the back of my throat, pushing him further down. My throats constricts around him and he bellows as I feel him c*m, his c**k twitching in my mouth and throat. I bring him back into my mouth and taste him, surprised by how sweet it is. I gently run my lips up and down him, swallowing greedily continues to twitch in my mouth. “f**k Kitten” he breaths as his entire body sags post release. He pulls me up on top of him and I feel the dead weight of his arms, his heart thundering beneath him.

I roll off him onto my back unable to keep my hips still, the lust in me craving to be touched. I place my hands between myself and feel how drenched I am. I begin to circle my c**t and squeeze my breast noticing I still have my underwear on. My eyes are closed and I replay what I had just done to Damien in my head. I rehear him gasp and moan my name. I feel his smooth length in my hand and can still taste his sweetness in my mouth.

I roll my hips at these thoughts, and my breath gets heavier. My fingers move down and I plunge two inside myself imaging its him, replaying what he did to me earlier. I am nearly there, my body wound tight about to release.

Damien grabs my hand and pulls it away from me and my eyes fly open, just as he climbs ontop of me, his hands all over my body.

He separates my legs and rests between them and grunts somehing at me. His mouth is instantly around my n****e, his fingers teasing the other. A moan escapes my lips and I rise to him and feel him solid and hard for me. “Already?” I ask and he looks as me and grins. Next he strips my underwear down and off my legs, kissing his way back up. He pushes aside my thighs and licks me from opening to clits and saying “mmmm delicious” before coming up to kiss my lips.

I taste myself on him, as he brings up his knees, leaning back and places his huge c**k at my entrance. He towers over me, greedily looking down at my body before pushing just his head inside of me.

I gasp at the welcome intrusion and try to reach to pull him further in. He obliges and pushes in further and stops again. I call his name in frustration. He shakes and rams into me, all the way.

My vision clouds over, my mouth open. He stretches me and I can feel every wonderful inch. He waits as if to let me adjust to him but he feels so perfect, and I want him to move within me.

He shuffles his knees further up the bed and grabs both my breasts, leaning some of his weight on my chest. Our eyes meet and, quite fiercely he says to me “Mine.” I gasp at him and manage a breathless “Yes’ and he begins to move within me, building a good pace quickly.

I feel him beating into me and I can’t move, can’t think of anything but the pleasure rippling through me. I watch him look down, seeing himself driving into me and my body builds tension and begins to tighten. His hands on on my chest tighten and he pushes more wonderful weigh into me. The tightening builds, and builds, my panting out of control. My stomach lurches towards him as I near peak and his arms wrap around me pulling me to his chest and down onto his length, and I break as his teeth clamp onto my neck. My head throws back as I call out, shuddering and convulsing. His body convulses with me, his grip around me so tight as he spasms trying to push further and further in to me, a raw sound emerging from his lips. We stay pressed together as our bodies slowly come down and relax, breathing heavy and happily dazed.

He lowers us onto the bed and wraps around me, our back to the door as we fall asleep.