Page 26 of His Virgin Vessel

Chapter Ten

Asa

I'd tried my best throughout this conversation to ignore how good Corinne looked. I'd also tried to ignore how much I enjoyed talking with her, even when we were having an argument. Or perhaps especially when we were having an argument—there was something oddly pleasurable about that snappy back and forth. I had also enjoyed getting to know her better, getting a privileged glimpse behind that bad girl façade at the vulnerable, though still strong, woman beneath. She was a quite a girl, and ignoring that fact was more than I could manage.

Still, I more or less succeeded in sticking to my guns and urging her to keep her distance from me. I said too much;I admit that. Telling her that she was everything I wanted in a woman was definitely an error. But when I stood up at the end of the conversation, it was with the intent of taking her back home and never seeing her again. Perhaps I never should have asked to meet her in the first place.

But then she kissed me.

I was a strong man, and there were a bunch of people who had tried to take me down who would have testifies to that (if they were the type of people who went around testifying to things). But a kiss from Corinne found my weak spot and pummeled it into submission. There had been a smoldering within me throughout. That kiss stoked those embers into a raging fire that wouldn't be denied. I pulled her hard against me and kissed her back.

Perhaps it was what I had been hoping for all along. I could tell myself that I brought her here to say thank you, to say goodbye, to push her in the direction of the straight and narrow and urge her to obey her father, who only wanted what was best for her, but perhaps all that was just an excuse. This was what I wanted: Corinne in my arms.

As if at some unspoken signal, we both sank back to the ground, our lips never parting, our hands never leaving each other's bodies. I felt Corinne's hands on my belt and a moment later she had undone it, yanked it free, and tossed it away. I pulled off her top and admired her breasts, pushed up by her expensive bra. As I dipped my head to kiss what I had revealed, Corinne tore open my pants and pulled me out into the moonlight. She stared at my swollen shaft in wide-eyed bemusement.

"It's even more than I remember."

I had planned to go slow this time, to be gentle with her, recalling that she was still so new to all of this, but neither of us was in the mood for that. In fact, I think neither of us would even have been capable of that. Corinne squealed in excitement as I rolled her onto her back, pinning her to the ground beneath me. She shuddered as I drew my hands down her naked torso to reach her jeans. She whined as I peeled those tight pants down her slim legs, then giggled as I was forced to stop to awkwardly remove her sneakers before I could get the pants all the way off.

"Now! Please!"

Corinne was as hot and desperate as I was and I was not about to make her wait. As she flung her legs wide, I pushed into her, making her cry out in delight. She was as tight as I remembered, but also wet from excitement, and soon I was fully sheathed inside her.

"Wait a minute!"

I pulled back. "Are you okay?" I certainly had no wish to hurt her.

"Yeah." She pushed herself into a half-sitting position, grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. This done, she flopped back down the ground, staring at me, her gleaming eyes consuming my bare torso. "That's better. That's beautiful."

She held out her arms and I descended on her, kissing her and cupping her sweet, young body to mine as I began to thrust in and out, firm and fast.

"Oh, yes! Like that! More! Harder!"

We matched each other in desire. It had to be now, it had to be hard, and it had to be fast. Without meaning to, I find myself pounding her into the ground, my hips smacking against hers, driving myself into her right to the hilt. But for all I gave, she responded with as much, arching her hips to meet me, dragging her sharp nails across my ass, urging me on to still greater efforts. She had lost her virginity; this time she wanted to be fucked. And, God help me, I needed to fuck her.

Even in the cool of the night, the sweat streamed from our bodies as we worked furiously against each other, not caring about the noise we made or the dirty ground we rolled on. Nothing mattered but achieving our ultimate pleasure and achieving it together.

"Oh, Asa!" Corinne cried out, her eyes rolling back into her head and her body stiffening, then spasming, into violent orgasm.

"Yes!" I was right there with her, a red mist descending as I pounded away until finally, with one deep thrust, penetrating her to her core, I shot my load.

"Oh!" Corinne flung her arms and legs tight around me, the tail end of her first orgasm catching light from mine and igniting into a second, still more powerful one, that wracked her little body.

We collapsed to the dirt and lay, still holding each other, gasping to get our breath back and waiting for our hearts to slow back to something approaching a normal rhythm.

"Now, that," said Corinne finally, when she was able to speak again, "was lust."

I could only nod. Lust and love were allowed to go hand in hand sometimes. I ought to have felt guilty for what I had done. Not so much because had broken my promise to Brian Dugas, as he had already misled me, but because I had broken my vow to myself concerning Corinne. But I didn't feel guilty. I felt incredible, like twice the man I was. And happy. I didn't usually feel sad after sex, but to feel this simply and quietly happy—that was new.

Corinne sat up and tried to brush some of the dust off, only to find it stuck to her with her own sweat. "You've made me all dirty."

I couldn't deny that. "There's water nearby."

Corinne beamed.

We left our clothes where they lay as we padded, naked and unashamed, down the hillside.

"Watch this." Corinne gave me a wicked smile and ran for the cliff edge.

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