Page 13 of Their Romantic Chalet

The soft moans I utter bring a smile to his face and encourage him to keep going. I’m shuddering with each and every movement he does. When his fingers start to slither past my panties and start massaging my mound, it all becomes much more intense. The slight sounds of my voice grow in volume as I grab his arm, and I fight myself between pushing it away and keeping it there.

My struggles bring laughter to Hawk, being appreciative of the joy I’m experiencing. He keeps a steady pace, and starts to slide my panties down my legs. I do nothing to stop him, and in fact close my legs to allow him to do so more quickly. Soon, I’m naked in front of a man, for the first time in my life.

Hawk takes in my curves, appreciating me with the same gaze that appreciated the beauty of this meadow and the waterfall before that. He shakes his head, his disbelief that I'm in front of him, naked. I think it’s one of admiration, and then he starts rubbing his chin in thought.

“Is something the matter?” I ask, looking up at him.

“You dyed your pubes too.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is that an issue?”

“Part of me just wondered what your natural hair color was and that would have told me something.”

I start chuckling. “Oh, keep this up and you’ll get to see it someday.”

My hair is the one thing in my life I felt like I had control over. I could color it whatever I wanted, and given my name, I tried it, it seemed natural and fitting for me. The fact I dyed downstairs, too, despite no one ever getting to see it until Hawk? I guess it just made me feel sexy.

“I’m looking forward to knowing you long enough to find out,” he says as he leans down on top of me, sharing another brief, romantic kiss. “The hair on your head, though, can stay that color. It’s cute.”

I giggle as I kiss him right back.

Soon Hawk is sliding down my body, the warmth of his touch so exhilarating. The adrenaline seemingly follows his hand as he comes down toward my sex, face-to-face with what he desires, and what I want him to desire.

I shudder so hard when he kisses me on the clit, and his tongue starts to slither around my most tender areas. Sure, I’m not so innocent as to never have touched myself down there, but it’s like night and day when you compare my own hand to the heat and intensity of his tongue.

Every lick builds up my passion, and he is quick to more. I writhe in delight beneath him, taking handfuls of his hair as I hold on as he keeps doing his thing, his rhythm so wonderful and steady. The tide inside me is rising so quickly as I hold on, relishing every bit of bliss I’m feeling at this moment, every little nudge, from the top of his tongue plunging inside me, his nose nuzzling against my folds, and his hands worshiping me while his mouth is busy elsewhere. I’m murmuring as all the sensations swarm my being, holding on as my heart is pounding out of my chest, waiting for that final burst. The anticipation is both exhilarating and killing me.

I’m crying out louder and louder, the song of my bliss echoing through the mountains. When I climax, it feels like the mountains move around me, my world forever shifting.

I lie there, covered in glorious sweat. “You’re even more beautiful like this,” he says.

Giggling, I just smirk at him. “I think I could even be more beautiful with you inside me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You want that, do you?”

“I do.”

“Are you sure? Do you want to have your first time...” He pauses. “Uh... first time with me to be in the middle of some meadow in the forest?”

I stare at him, like I’ve been caught red-handed. Did he have some sort of magical virgin-detector powers or something?

“I’m sure, I’m sure,” I state. “I want you, Hawk. And if I want it, isn’t that all that matters?”

Perhaps he’s just able to pick up on the clues, how sheepish I feel about all of this. I’ve definitely proven myself naïve in other ways, so what’s one more on top of the rest?

I speak no lies, though. I want him. A kind, smart, handsome man like Hawk is everything I ever wanted, and definitely who I want my first time to be with. So I spread my legs, look at him, and try to give the sexiest gaze I can manage.

Which may well look ridiculous, given my lack of experience, but I think someone like Hawk appreciates my spirit.

My lover sighs, smiles, and then pushes down the last bit of clothing he had on, his boxer briefs. His cock springs forth, pulsing strong and looking bigger up close than ones I’ve seen before.

The internet must show them from odd perspectives that you don’t get to see in real life.

I reach for his, cock, wrap my hand around it. I hear his playful giggles. I take hold of him, and pull him closer as I lean back, ready for the next step of our tryst.

He’s right there with me as I guide him toward my slit, ready to let him be the first man to claim me. Hawk watches me as his cock head teases the outside of my pussy, poking and prodding at me, and filling me with such intense anticipation again.

“Take me. Fuck me,” I whisper to him, my arms wrapped around the back of his head.

---