How does she think I donât want her here? As I stare at her, her lips swollen from kissing me, her eyes glazed and cheeks red, I donât know how Iâm going to stop kissing her. But I need her to know how I feel above all else.
âI want you to stay.â I lean down to caress her lips, as her eyes light up.
Her warm, soft lips contrast with my rough beard that she loves running her fingers through. I trail my hands down the side of her body, feeling every curve, and loving the way she fits against me. Though she small, sheâs a perfect fit.
I grip her ass and pull her to me, grinding my rock-hard cock into her. Showing her without words, what she does to me, and how much I want her. I hate she was doubting me, and I wonât make that mistake again.
Thinking that keeping my distance and giving her space, was the best possible thing, but obviously I was wrong. When she walked out in her clothes this morning, it felt wrong. I got so used to seeing her in my clothes, which I love her wearing. The thought only makes me harder.
When I palm her, she groans, and her head falls back against the tree. I take the time to kiss everywhere I can reach, tasting her, and memorizing every inch, every place I kiss that makes her moan.
When I make it back to her lips, I whisper, âHold on tight, Little One.â Right before I kiss her again.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her up. The moment her feet leave the ground, she wraps them around my waist. She canât lock them all the way around my body, but she digs her heels into my ass, and it only turns me on more. So much so, that come leaks out of my dick.
Sheâs so light that I could carry her like this all day. Wouldnât that be a sight, having her hanging on me all day? I doubt Iâd get any work done, but it sure as hell would keep me calm and rock-hard.
Trying not to think of my come marking her, is next to impossible, because her hot, little pussy is right up against it, wanting to get to her. If I think about it, and how good itâs going to be, then I might lose it right here.
I carry her into the cabin, and only break the kiss to check my surroundings. Her safety will always come first above all else. She buries her face into my neck and melts into me.
Thatâs a feeling Iâll never take for granted, her trusting me to take care of her. She might not completely understand the dangers out here, but Iâm honored she has enough faith in me to protect her from them.
Once weâre in the cabin, I pin her to the door, and like magnets drawn to each other, our lips fuse back together. I grind into her for a little relief, but itâs her moans that make even more come leak from me.
This woman is going to be my undoing, and there isnât anything I would do to stop it. Gripping her ass with both my hands, I slowly move her up and down, giving her the relief, I know she needs.
Because I want to read her face, and so we can catch our breath, I pull back. I need to know she wants this as much as I do. When her eyes open and meet mine, I have no doubt. They are raw with desire and lust, and I know mine has to match.
âLetâs get your boots off,â I say, reaching one hand to her foot and removing one, and then the other.
I want her as comfortable as possible. Only setting her down to step out of my boots, she watches my every move, while running her hands through my hair.
When Iâm done, I pick her back up and stride to the couch. Sitting down with her straddling my lap, I hold her close. In this position, sheâs in control, and I wonât hurt her. If sheâs in control, I canât overpower her. No matter how much Iâd love to pin her to the couch right now and have my way with her.
She hesitantly grinds against me again, and I groan this time, as her eyes search my face.
âI donât want to stop,â she whispers.
âThen donât, Little One. Donât ever stop.â I whisper back and pull her down for a kiss.
She wraps her arms around my neck and flattens her chest to mine. I lift her shirt just enough to get my hands under it and rub them up her back. Her skin is so soft, that I could spend all day, gliding my hands over her, listening for her every sight and moan.
Following my lead, she runs her hands under my shirt, too. I love her hands on me, and the way she enjoys exploring my chest in the mornings. So, I lean forward and whip my shirt off, tossing it on the ground.
Her pupils dilate, and her nipples become points under her shirt. I still canât believe my ugly body turns her on like this. If I didnât see it with my own eyes, I wouldnât believe it.
Her eyes examine my chest with interest, and a dreamy smile on her face. Iâm still in such disbelief that my scars turn her on that I miss her reaching for her shirt until it joins mine on the floor.
I freeze in shock. Sheâs never taken her shirt off. Sure, sheâs lifted it up for me, when I asked, but sheâs never completely removed it like this. Iâve never seen this much of her skin, and Iâm not sure where to start. Sitting there in her dark gray bra thatâs almost see through and makes her perky tits look amazing, I donât want to take my eyes off them.
Raising a hand, I want desperately to touch them, but hesitate. I donât want to go too far, do the wrong thing, and scare her off. Like she can read my mind, she takes my large hand in hers and places it on her chest.
My hand covers one of her breasts. It fills it perfectly, and as I gently squeeze it, she moans. Jesus, this girl is amazing. I bring my other hand up and hold both her breasts before I lean up and kiss her again.
âDo you want me, Axel?â She whispers against my lips.
âSo damn much.â I lift my hips and grind into her, showing her just how much I want her.
âShow me.â She wiggles and grinds into me.
âI canât. Iâm too big, and youâre so small.â My lips glide over the sensitive spot on her neck that I know drives her crazy, as I rub her nipples through her bra.
âWho says you are too big?â She asks, looking at me.
Turning away, I canât look at her. I thank God for my beard because I feel my cheeks heat. I donât want to go there, but of course, she wonât drop it.
âTell me.â She brings both hands to my face and forces me to look at her.
âThe girls I was with before⦠They kept saying I was too big, and it hurt too much. Itâs why they dumped me,â I admit.
I shrug my shoulders, like itâs not a big deal, when it was. She doesnât need to know that itâs part of the reason I moved out here.
Tenderly, she runs her hand through my hair, and my eyes close, as I soak up the comfort. Just her hand in my hair causes my body to erupt into goosebumps. Every nerve stands on edge like one move could set my whole body off in the best possible way.
Iâve been out here for so long with the only human contact being my monthly meetings in town. When was the last time someone comforted me like this? Held me? Let me hold them?
I canât remember. Any memory before her has vanished.
âYou arenât going to hurt me, Axel.â She says it so softly I almost wonder if I imagined it.
When I open my eyes, the determination I see in hers lets me know I didnât make it up.
âLittle Oneâ¦â I start to protest but stop.
I can make her come and can prepare her for me. Since we have a week, we donât have to rush this. In the back of my mind, I know a week will never be enough, but itâs what I have, and Iâll take what I can get.
Tired of thinking about how much time we have left, I grip her hips and start moving her up and down the ridge of my cock. But she seems to have other plans, as she reaches for the button on my jeans.
Even though I freeze, I let her unbutton them, because I want to feel her hands on me more than anything right now. But I need to make sure she understands.
âUnderwear stays on, for both of us,â I rasp.
She pauses only a moment before she nods. Standing, she begins removing her jeans, and I unzip mine, lifting my hips to pull them down. My eyes stay on her, as she reveals panties that match the bra sheâs wearing.
My pants hit the floor a second after hers do. She steps out of hers and straddles me again. This time with only the thin fabric of her panties and my boxer briefs separating us, I can feel how wet she is, and how warm she is.
âI canât believe how wet you get for me,â I murmur against her lips.
I donât give her a chance to respond before I claim her mouth and grip her hips to start moving her up and down my length. Every time the tip hits her clit, she moans.
I can feel each slide down to my dick and have to fight coming on the spot. I grind my teeth determined sheâll find hers first. Moving my hand between us, I use my thumb to circle her clit.
When she throws her head back and cries out, I use one hand to keep her moving against me, and the other to strum her clit faster. As I kiss her neck, I can feel the vibration of her moans.
âCome for me, Little One. Soak these panties for me.â I say before I resume nipping at her neck.
My low back starts to tingle, and every muscle pulls tight. My balls are ready to burst, and just when I think I canât take it anymore, her body locks up, and she screams my name.
I keep rubbing her clit, as her orgasm overtakes her. Itâs only when I feel her soak her panties, and it leaks through my underwear, and the wetness hits my cock do I come.
I come so hard that I canât breathe. I blackout for a second, and when her nails dig into my shoulder, she continues to grind on me, and I think I might never stop coming.
Only when she relaxes and collapses against me, does the last of my come leave my cock and allow me to breathe again.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, and she rests her head on my shoulder.
âYouâre so comfortable, My Giant.â She mumbles, her voice so sleepy.
Her words squeeze my heart. No one has ever been this comfortable with me. No one has ever let go like that with me before. She gave me this tremendous gift and doesnât even know it.
âRest, Little One. Iâve got you.â I say, stroking her hair.
She sighs and snuggles into me.
I make a vow right then and there that Iâll always protect her.
No matter what.