kisses me again, more urgently this time. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his tongue against mine, his strong arms enveloping my soft body small compared to his. “Janie,” he breathes hot against my lips, almost pleading. “May I?”
And I know what he’s asking.
“I want to give myself to you,” I breathe in affirmation. “I’m yours.”
His arms tighten around my waist, crushing me suddenly against him, making me gasp with excitement. My heart pounds. Has the time come? Will I be losing my virginity to this incredible male in a wooded glen, with dappled shadows dancing about? Oh god, I hope so.
And it seems that Trent is about to make my dream come true.
“I won’t be able to deny you again,” he growls, his teeth on my neck. It makes me wild with lust for him and I claw at his t-shirt, pulling him into me.
“Why do it then? Just take me Trent, please,” I moan. “I want it to be you.” His lips are back on mine, kissing me deeply, hungrily, as he takes me in his arms and lays me down effortlessly in the shady moss. I pull his t-shirt off over his head and gasp at his perfect torso, complete with wash board abs, huge pecs, and muscled shoulders and arms, all covered in tattoos. He’s so incredibly hot, and I still can’t believe it’s me he wants. The massive male lays down on top of me, parting my legs with his knees.
One of his arms goes behind my neck, to cushion my frame, his free hand roaming my chest, squeezing my huge tits with his enormous spade of a hand. He groans, pressing his pelvis instinctively into mine - I can feel his cock harden through his jeans. I answer by grinding my pelvis against his hips and running my hands up over his pecs, loving the muscled slabs.
“Take me, Trent,” I moan, as he presses his face into my cleavage, pulling down my t-shirt at the neckline. The huge creamy mounds spring forwards and he licks at my exposed nipple as a fire erupts in my pussy. The man runs a hand down into my panties, stroking the soft folds.
“See how wet I am for you?” I sigh, starting to unbuckle his jeans. “Please fuck me,” I plead. “Please, I need you.”
Trent goes still for a moment, that rigid cock like an axe against my stomach. But there’s still some hesitation. Why? Why would he stop when I want it so badly? We’re alone in the forest, and there’s no chance that anyone will interrupt. So why is my beautiful man hesitating? But something’s making him pause.
“Oh Janie,” he groans. “I can’t. I can’t. I shouldn’t.”
Unfortunately for him, I won’t let him stop this time. Bucking against his hand, I rub my pussy against those fingers, drenching them in my hot juices.
“I need you,” is my raspy cry. “I can’t live without you, Trent. Please!”
And as the big man burrows his head in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and raspy, I feel his cock jerk once more with excitement. Because it’s true. We need each other … and nothing will hold us back.
12
Janie
His big, strong body is pinning me beneath him as he moves above me, grinding with lust. His passion is being held back and caged by something I don’t understand.
“Please,” I mewl again. “Please Trent, please. I need you.”
He’s holding my hair in his fist now, one arm encircled lovingly over my head, as he kisses and licks and sucks at my nipples. Glancing down I see his cock sticking out of his jeans. I’d managed to unbuckle him and the sheer hardness and hugeness of his erection has forced its way up and out of the band of his jeans, the tip now reaching up and past his belly button.
Instinctively I reach down and take it in my hand, freeing the rest of him, enclosing my fist around the thickness that I want so desperately. Trent’s jaw clenches with the effort of holding back as I guide his enormous cock to my pussy, knowing this will hurt, and yet wanting it all the same. He squeezes my tits in anticipation as he allows me to press his cock against my wet pussy. Then he looks into my eyes and I see the last shred of self-restraint pull away like the surf pulls away from the beach. Pressing me down into the moss with one hand on