“Loved by you,” she answered shyly.
Her simple answer and accompanying blush was enough to get me going and reaching for the box of condoms again.
“I can never do enough of that.” I got myself wrapped, and my mouth sucking on her tits in record time.
Elaina arched and moaned for me, letting me know she wanted what I was doing, so I pulled her on top of me and snaked a hand between her legs. My immediate goal being to make sure she was primed and ready for me.
She was.
My beautiful girl was soaking wet and more than prepared for me to f**k her. Again. Maybe she was really f**king me. Either way, was all good and we were ready to go.
I slipped my hands under her bum and lifted her over my cock. She helped to guide us on target and then dropped herself down, impaling herself hard on me.
“Fuck, yes!” I shouted, wondering if the poor people who lived here had been kept awake during night from all the noise. I know we made plenty.
I was so lost in my girl, my social filter was completely absent, and I didn’t care if we were inconveniencing anybody. Just didn’t care about anything or anyone but us.
She rode me expertly, lifting her hips again and again in a rotating motion that would see me utterly blown in a very short time. As soon as I made sure she was going off, I’d let myself follow. My Cherry came first. This was a rule. She. Came. First.
“Ahh…I’m coming…” she whispered, as she worked me over, her eyes starting to glaze as her whole body became overtaken by shudders.
Thank bloody hell.
I followed her within seconds, never taking my hands off her hips, slamming her down repeatedly onto my c**k while I dissolved into her.
****
“I don’t know what I think is more beautiful, this spread or the view from our suite,” she announced at breakfast.
We’d made our way out of the bed, miraculously, and down to the dining room. After our wake-up orgasms, we’d showered together and even managed to get dressed into clothing fit for public wear. I think it really came down to the need for nutrients. Bodies can’t shag for hours without some refueling to keep them going. The best kind of experiment though. I had no complaints as I sat across the breakfast table and watched her over a cup of tea and a scone. My only distracting thought—the long curl of hair strewn over her left breast, obstructing my view. My mind began playing the let’s remember what Elaina’s tits look like naked game. She had the most spectacular pair that’s for sure.
Yeah, I’m just a lowly bastard male and cannot help myself.
“What’s on your mind, Neil?” She interrupted my inner ramblings.
I looked up to see her smirking and knew I was good and caught.
“Nothing fit for this fancy breakfast room full of guests.”
“I knew it,” she laughed.
“It’s all your fault, my darlin’” I said. “I need to take you somewhere private and then I can show you exactly what was on my mind.” I whispered the rest so nobody could hear. “After I remove some of your clothes.”
“Ahh, I see what you’re on about. You’re trying to trick me back into bed with you and you should know that it’s a lost cause, mister.”
“Really?” I gave her a sad face.
She laughed at me some more but said nothing.
“Well, it’s a nice day today so maybe you fancy an out-of-doors shag.” I winked. “I’m game if you are, babe, I love me a bit country sunshine.”
She shook her head at me and blushed beautifully. Man, did it wreak havoc on my insides. There was something about how Elaina got shy around me, and blushed at the mention of naughty deeds. That rosy flush of her skin that appeared when she thought about all the sexy things we’d done together, was definitely my kryptonite.
****
The day was perfectly fine and just about everything else was too. Iridescent blue dragonflies flittered over the water, buzzing around us, and even occasionally coming to rest upon the water’s surface. The fresh air mixed with the scent of her hair comforted my senses to the point I could honestly admit I was blissed out. It was a first for me. I’d never known the feeling before.
Elaina lay back on my chest in a little green and white rowboat upon Lake Leticia, a scenic meandering pond situated on the Hallborough estate. I was again reminded of the many BBC miniseries my gran had enjoyed on TV when I was a boy—lovers from times past with nothing better to do than float on a garden lake, stealing kisses in their fine clothes and flattering their dates with fancy words.