“I’m perfect,” I promised him as our lips met softly. I was. All my long unreturned lust was wrapped in a ball of heat in my stomach as I felt the combination of us trickle between my thighs. Perry made his way to the bathroom, bringing out a washcloth and he knelt between my legs and looked closely. “What are you doing?” I asked as he smiled at me.
“Cleaning you up, Caroline.” He wiped gently between my legs, and I shivered at the warm water. “You bled a little bit, but not bad at all.”
“How many times have you done that?” Perry gave me a curious look, and I thought about how to ask the question properly. “I mean, how many virgins have you been with?”
“A few. Not so much in the last several years, but there were a few in school.” He looked at me. “It was an inconvenience back then. I just wanted to rush through it, but with you…it was an honor. I’ll never forget that I was your first.”
“Neither will I,” I assured him as I smiled gently. He glanced down at me and walked the cloth into the bathroom, coming back to sit beside me.
We talked as we snuggled together, discussing what it was between us. I knew that he still felt bad, but I believed that my mother was giving me a message with the sunset since it looked exactly like one she’d painted for me before she died. When I told Perry that, he sighed and pulled me closer.
I knew that I was in love with him.
He told me that he wanted to be with me through the remainder of the vacation, not seeing how he could resist me now. There was a connection between us that we both felt, one that carried through the weeks as we spent days exploring paradise and the nights in bed. After the first time, I had no reservations about sex and Perry showed me a bit of a dominant side. We tried every position that I was aware of as well as ones I’d never seen or heard of. Perry took pleasure in teaching me how to give a blowjob at my request, telling me how to move as he gripped my hair. I learned what it was to swallow for a man that I loved and knew that I would never feel the same about anyone else.
Every time, he was bare inside of me. I didn’t want it any other way with Perry.
There were long breakfasts in bed every morning, naked as we fed each other before we’d make love for the second time that day. There were dinners out, in the cottage as well as a special one on the beach where we ate fresh fish by candlelight. Perry took me all over the islands, where we snorkeled over the coral and the beautiful sea life. We went hiking through the trees to see the lush greenery and the animals as we lost ourselves in nature.
I didn’t know if I preferred the days or the nights with him. Perry was attentive to me every moment that we were together, displaying our relationship when we were out. He wasn’t like the guys at school were with my friends, though, sloppy, and immature. Perry was all man that made me aware that he was always thinking of me. Every kiss hit me deep inside, making my body want him in little time. Every time he touched me, I felt like I was on fire, becoming more addicted to the way he treated my body by night.
Perry introduced me to things like spanking and being restrained. I enjoyed both, feeling nothing but trust that allowed me to relax in his care. It turned me on that Perry liked a darker side of sex, and I wanted to please him in that way. I wanted him to stay mine when we went back to Colorado, but I knew that might not work out. Here, we were a couple on a romantic vacation that nobody knew anything about, but there he was my guardian no matter how old I was, at least in the eyes of some people. We would be judged harshly, and he would be called a pervert, while I would be the innocent girl that he took advantage of. I was ready to step up and admit that I wanted this more than Perry did, that I initiated it.
I just didn’t know where he stood with things.
Every night seemed to grow longer as we’d make love in the upper-level bedroom. It ranged from fast and rough to soft and sweet, but it was something that I could not get enough of. I craved Perry every single moment of the day and attacked him every night when we arrived back at the cottage, dragging him into my obsession with me. I loved to taste his skin, nipping at it as he groaned my name and tugged at my hair.
We even found a few private areas around the resort where we took part in outdoor sex. There were places in the trees where we’d crouch low to the ground as our bodies slapped together, me riding Perry while he met me thrust-for-thrust. I always struggled to keep from screaming his name as I came, clutching his strong shoulders as I felt the waves of pleasure ripping through me.
There were places on our beach where we could be alone and in the water as he fingered my clit to a release, his fingers buried inside of my bathing suit as I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out his name.