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“Can’t I just say stop?”

She’s so innocent and pure she doesn’t even understand safe words. I really shouldn’t be doing this with her, but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now. I’ll just have to control myself.

“No. Sometimes we say stop but only because it feels too good. I need a word that means it doesn’t feel good, that it hurts, or you don’t feel safe. A word I won’t mistake for anything else.” I try to explain as clearly as my muddled brain will allow.

“Okay like…jellyfish?”

An unexpected laugh bursts from my lips, and I raise my head to look at her. One side of her lips is curved up knowingly. When we were teenagers, Bambi managed to get stung by a jellyfish one summer, and like every movie I’ve ever seen with a jellyfish sting, I offered to pee on it. She adamantly protested, but in the end, I peed on her leg anyway. There was a lot of yelling and sand throwing, but then there was a lot of laughing and jokes. Bambi had covered her face with her hands when I started to pull down my swim trunks. It was adorable.

“Yeah, like jellyfish. So if there’s ever a time where something hurts or I’m too rough, anything, you use that word and I stop. You got it?”

She nods and bites her bottom lip. I suck it into my mouth and moan when she squirms against me.

“Keep your hands on the ropes Bambi,” I command, before removing my hands from hers.

Leaning back just far enough, I reach down and pull her shirt up to her neck, revealing her cotton covered breasts. Perfect handfuls with tight pink nipples I can see through the thin material. No lace, no frills, just soft pink cotton. The bra has a front hook and I inwardly celebrate. With one flick of my practiced fingers the closure opens and finally,fucking finally, I get an unhindered view of her.

A few goosebumps pebble across her milky skin and I trace a line down her cleavage, watching in rapture as her tits rise and fall with deep breaths at my touch. With her arms raised over head, it causes her breasts to lift even more just begging me to put them in my mouth. So, I do.

Tracing my tongue around her nipple before brushing the peak with the tip of my tongue then sucking it into my mouth. Bambi moans and I have to palm my cock it’s throbbing so hard. I need to be inside her. Feel her tight wet heat swallow me whole and mark her as mine. Just as she always has been, whether Icould have her or not. Bambi was always mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to keep.

I cup her other breast and pinch her nipple playing with the hard pink point. I can hear her grip tightening on the rope above and I love it. She’s such a good girl, in every fucking sense of the word.

“Warren. Fuck. Mmmm.” Bambi mutters as I take my time familiarizing myself with her tits. Learning and memorizing every curve, freckle, and goosebump. Saving the sounds she makes when I touch her in my spank bank for later.

When I’ve had my fill of her nipples, nipping at them and leaving them wet and hard, I straighten and reach for my zipper. Bambi watches, fascinated. I want to take my time and tease her, but I’m too wound up to wait. First goes my jeans then my boxer briefs and Bambi’s eyes are glued to my cock the entire time.

It bobs against my abs when I release it from its prison, and I silently groan at the relief. I’m already leaking precum at the thought of having her. And when she licks her lips, rolling them between her teeth I make a mental note to make sure I get my cock in her mouth at least once before the night is over.

My fingers shake with the adrenaline as I hook them in her adorably practical underwear and pull them down her hips, thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Once they're gone she spreads her legs for me, her pretty pink pussy glistening with her arousal.

“Look at you Bambi, such a good girl, already wet for me.”

I have to stroke myself a few times to ease the throbbing and urge to thrust balls deep in her immediately.

Bambi doesn’t say anything, but I can read her expressions with ease. Excitement, disbelief, desire, awe. That last one may have my ego inflating just a little. My dickispretty impressive. I squeeze the base of my thick shaft and hold it there for her to take her fill looking at me. I’m taking mine looking at her.Strapped up on my kitchen counter with her shirt pushed up over her breasts and knees spread waiting for me.

I step back into the V of her legs and settle myself against her hot core. Her center is slick and warm as my cock slips between her folds. It settles naturally and perfectly against her body. The rest of me follows suit. She always felt so right in my arms and now I learn every part of her feels right against me. Like we’re two pieces of broken glass fitting back together.

My arms wrap around her back and I eliminate every inch of space between us. Pressing soft kisses across her collarbone and up her throat stopping at her ear.

“Are you ready for me, Bambi?”

She nods.

“I need you to say it. Tell me you want me inside you. I have to know you want it as much as I do.”

Apparently tonight is full of confessions. Next thing you know I’ll be showing her how I hid her name in my chest tattoo.

“I want you, Warren. I’ve always wanted you.”

Her words are all I need to break that last thread of restraint. Once this happens there’s no going back. We’ll never be the same again. That is if I ever see her again. I’m still leaving and for the first time since I began my journey to escape, I contemplate what it would be like if I stayed. Stayed and explored whatever this is with Bambi.

Just as I’m starting to second guess everything, Bambi rocks her hips and rubs herself against my cock. All thoughts of goodness, settling down and staying flee. This is the only thing I can ever give her.

Pulling my hips back I slide my cock to position at her entrance. When I slip the tip in, I can feel my balls throb. She is so fucking tight. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was a virgin, but unfortunately, I do know she’s not and the thoughtmakes my hips surge forward, pushing more of my length and girth inside her.

“Oh my god. Shit. It’s so thick.”