Page 54 of Five Summers

When she remains silent, I gently let the pad of my finger glide across her damp, slick flesh, teasing her and feeling the warmth and wetness beneath my touch. As I watch her, she bites down on her bottom lip, releasing a moan.

My dick aches with need, with want. My desire intensifies, aching and craving for more. It consumes me, an insatiable hunger that I have never experienced before. Deep within me lies a place untouched, a territory I have never dared to explore. The desire to please her surpasses anything I have ever felt. The air carries a faint aroma, tantalizing my senses with unexplored possibilities. I yearn to fully immerse myself in this uncharted territory, embracing the unknown with open arms.

I gently insert a finger inside her, overwhelmed by how fucking incredibly tight she feels. A moan escapes her lips, sending a shiver down my spine. And I swear hearing her sultry sound will drive me to the brink of insanity. Her velvety walls grip me intensely. If she doesn’t ask me to stop soon, I won’t be able to control myself. Her moans intensify as my thumb grazes her clit. With each rhythmic movement of my fingers, her seductive sounds have me entranced, as if under a spell. The graceful sway of her body as I pleasure her holds me captive, mesmerized by the enchanting world of Poppy. My heart races, my breath quickens, and I am utterly captivated, lost in this otherworldly moment.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her, unable to look away for even a moment.

“Xander,” she breathes, her voice instantly sends shivers down my spine.

Hearing her say my name makes me feel powerful. I can sense her nearing the peak, her walls tightening around my fingers. “That’s it, Princess, just let go,” I encourage her.

And she does, her face contorting in a mesmerizing display of beauty, like a delicate dance of emotions. The subtle linesaround her eyes deepen, revealing the intensity of her orgasm. The soft sounds of her moans escaping through her parted lips add a melodic quality to the moment. It’s awe-inspiring to witness her come down from that high. I’m rock hard as I slide my fingers back in, observing her as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

I pull out and bring my fingers to her mouth.

“Open,” I demand. “I want you to taste yourself.”

When she does, I slip my fingers in her mouth.

“Damn,” I add, as desire courses through me when she eagerly sucks her arousal from my fingers. She sucks with intensity, savoring every drop. Removing my fingers, I lean in and passionately kiss her.

Nervous anticipation fills my belly as her fingertips locate the zipper on my jeans and tugs it down. She then boldly slips her hand inside and grasps my hard cock. Despite my desire to keep going, I wrestle with every ounce of my being to reach out and make her stop.

“Wait,” I say, my breath heavy, as I grasp her hand. Gasping for air, I press my forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of our skin melding together. “You know, if you pull out my cock, I won’t be able to resist. I will fuck you right here on top of this car.”

“That’s what I want Xander,” she replies, her eyes aflame with desire.

I pause for a moment, knowing that I shouldn’t do it, but the way she makes my mind go crazy there is no way I can stop myself from wanting to be balls-deep in that tight pussy.

“Are you sure?”

She nods, her eyes sparkling with understanding and her head gently bobbing up and down.

“No, you gotta say it, Princess. I need to hear you say it,” I insist, still breathing hard with my forehead against hers.

“You're the one I want to be my first, Xander. So, fuck me… please.”

Her being a virgin makes me worry, which is the reasoning behind why I always avoided inexperienced partners. But for some reason, I long to be her first.

“I’ll be right back,” I assure her, moving around the car. I retrieve my bag from the back seat where I had tossed it earlier. Grabbing out the bottle of whisky, I return to Poppy. If I was going to take her V-card, I wanted to do it properly, not just for my own selfish desires.

Returning to the front of the car, I notice her sitting upright with her skirt neatly pulled down over her legs, her eyes fixed on my every move. I extend my hand, offering her the bottle of whisky.

“If we’re gonna do this, you need to relax. Now drink.”

Glancing briefly at the bottle, she reaches out and takes it. She takes a big swig of whisky, downing it quickly. Then passes it back to me.

I take a gulp and then hand it back fast. “Drink some more.”

My intention is to help ease her pain from her first sexual experience, but not to the point where she would forget it because she’s too intoxicated. I have a rule of not hooking up with chicks who are drunk.

As I watch her, she raises the bottle to her lips and delicately wraps them around its rim. After she takes a satisfying gulp from the bottle, I take it from her and securely screw on the lid.

“So, when are we going to do this?” she asks.

My heart pounds, slow and heavy, in my chest. My desire grows stronger. I catch a whiff of her delicate, feminine scent, overpowering my senses.

“You sure about this?” I ask again, just to double-check if she's changed her mind. “Once we do this there’s no going back.”I can't believe I'm saying this, but I didn't want her to regret giving me her virginity.

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