Long clean fingers fastened button after button. Approving of his reflection in the mirror, Harry left the top three undone and pushed his hair out of his face the way he liked it. A sexy grin accompanied his eager eyes; Friday was here and he had a real date pending.

Nell stepped into a simple black dress with wide straps forming a sweetheart cut across her chest and length just above her knees. Sara assisted by curling the ends of her hair while having a heart to heart on why she should save her virginity till she’s older and sure of her love for that special one. She knew her daughter was listening but she was also aware that her sheltered child would start to make her own mistakes now.

Harry whisked his date away and drove her to the pier where his sailboat awaited. Nell had anticipated this part of the date but not so soon. When they approached the dock, Harry told her to wait there as he skipped aboard. In minutes tiny twinkle lights came on, decorating the outer rails and mast. It was only fair that she’d light up also.

Nell joined him and was greeted with a picnic basket in the cockpit. Harry told her to get comfortable and hold on. Her assumptions came true once they began to move. Stuck between excited and terrified, she held a firm grip over the rim of her seat. With no intentions of going out too far, Harry sailed just enough to get them away from the noise and lights. Anchor down, engine off, all that remained was the indistinguishable line between water and sky.

Harry was pleased with his efforts in creating a romantic dinner, aside from the occasional chilly winds. There was enough twilight for the main course, Greek takeout, but the dessert would be served inside due to the temperature drop. The darkness soon consumed the figures around them, not including the town lights at a distance. Nell felt more at ease inside the cabin, not putting much thought into the trap she walked herself into.

The tiny lights continued down there, adding to the magic and play of gravity from the night tides. Still nervous by Harry’s striking looks, Nell jumped the moment he slid his hand on her waist. Leaning against a thin column, Harry met her height and secured his other hand around her. He licked his lips and caressed her face with his gaze. Nell was falling under his hypnotism and relaxed the more she took in his smile.

“I’d like to explore you, Nell.” The words swayed off his tongue deepening the spell as she was pulled a step closer. “If you could choose, which two senses would you grant me to do so?”

Harry raised her hand, and stroked the space between her feeble fingers then down the side of her arm.

“Touch?”

Nell lost her voice but he continued by pressing her fingers over his mouth to kiss.

“Taste?”

Leaning forward, he buried his nose in the crook of her neck to fill his lungs with her scent.

“Smell?”

Lifting his face, he laid his forehead against hers to dig deep into her eyes.

“Sight?”

“No,” she spoke up.

“No? Alright. . . tell me then, touch?” Nell nodded. “Touch and … smell?”

A tiny smile followed and at once Harry began to undo his buttons. Nell appeared confused but once he set his shirt aside, he opened a draw to pull out a tank. Handing it to her, he turned around to let her cover his eyes. Once she tied it as best she could, Harry turned around slowly and reached out for her.

He felt her forearms and stepped closer. Harry found her hairline, feeling the border with his mouth until his other sense took over. One hand felt the subtle dent of her temple and traced downward, around her jawline. Meanwhile he breathed in the fragrance of her hair, grabbing a bundle to further intoxicate himself. Harry lifted her chin to continue studying her musk, nudging Nell with his curious nose as he reached her shoulder.

Nell had never been observed in this manner. She wanted him to keep going just as long as he couldn’t see her. Big hands rested over her shoulders, comforting her to relax. They lowered gradually, down to her chest and over her petite torso. His fingers spread out covering the small width of her ribs, waist and stomach, finally landing on her hips.

Falling to his knees, face meeting her tummy, he inhaled over her dress. He began his second voyage starting from her feet and up her legs once again. Hooking on to the hem, he pulled off her dress as he stood. His body gently pushed against hers, guiding her to the small bed.

“Lay down.”

Touching the edge of the mattress, he sought for her legs to make sure she followed through. Harry climbed on top, careful not to pin her. Nell’s nerves made her feel alive and excited as she longed to feel his skin. To feel the blissful torture. Harry’s nose brushed over her collarbone, breathing in so close he could taste her while exhaling hard so she could feel the warmth.

With the tip of his nose he pushed her bra strap while his hand slid the other side off. His fingertips dug under her back to reach for the latch and set her free. Only, Nell tensed up and made her discomfort clear.

“I’ll be gentle,” Harry whispered over her bare shoulder.

The wired garment fell to the floor while Harry veered back to the starting point. Her scent invigorated his nostrils sending him to the edge of his self control. Wanting to take her in his mouth and make her moan his name aloud, repeatedly, Harry fought the fantasy a little longer. He straddled her tiny body, lowering as much as he could while keeping his weight on his heels.

Nell felt his face brush over one of her bosoms and choked a bit. His cheek petted then his parted lips stroked the most sensitive point. The warmth blowing from his mouth tightened her skin and birthed new sensations. Soon the attention had spread across both soft crests and with her hands still at her sides, she began to claw the bed sheet.

Harry had had his share of many breasts and all their kinds but there was something about this virgin pair that exhilarated him. They drove him mad with a greater desire than he was ready for. He had only begun and his lower region was swollen and pulsating, yearning for release. The thought of rape even slipped his mind, that’s how much he ached.

“May I taste you, please?”

After hearing the shyest yes, he dove right for her hardened nipple. Caught between a dangerous set of teeth, Nell stiffened in fear and excitement. His tongue soothed and flicked her but that was only a warning before he sealed his mouth completely. Sucking lightly at first, Harry found her hands and gently raised them over her head. Right after, he slithered his arms around her back to arch her further into his mouth and for the first time Nell let out a shameless moan.

His large hand cupped her free bosom and squeezed gently. Finding the her pink areola, he pinched and rolled her between his fingers gaining a timid hiss. Proceeding to switch sides, Nell’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hands dug into her tousled hair. The heat that spiraled and collected between her legs was fierce and unrelenting. Just like Harry, unceasingly pleasuring her.

Harry slipped a knee between her thighs and began pushing it against her sex which remained shielded by the last piece of fabric. Nell moaned again, that was helping her cope with whatever this was. Both soothing and energizing her, she pressed herself against his moving limb. Her hands crawled down her face, hooking to her mouth as she exhaled louder. Bumping her elbows into his shoulders, her fingers flew to the safety of his wavy mane.

A loud groan was heard. The sensation of her tiny fingers touching him was like pulling the trigger to the gun. He rubbed his leg faster against her, with very little time. Nell clenched his hair in her fists the moment her body convulsed in that strange pleasure again. She tensed not knowing how to ride it and gasped as quietly as she could. Showered in coolness once the quakes were gone, Nell’s hands dropped to her heaving chest.

Harry had abandoned her chest with the his new goal, visualizing her as she orgasmed beneath him. But the instant he felt her dampen, he had nowhere to run with his demands.

“I must do this now… you can watch if you’d like.”

Nell burrowed her brows and watched Harry climb off her and sit on the edge of the bed. She heard him unzip his pants and then he reached inside. Her eyes widened when she saw him begin to stroke the hard muscle. His back was bent and arm flexed. Harry grunted and panted, feeding her intrigue. Nell turned to her side to better witness this spectacle, mesmerized by his vulnerability.

He was right there, on the edge; all that stamina traveling between his legs ready to pour out. With a final growl, Harry snatched the T-shirt around his head and pumped himself empty. Lungs desperate for air and eyes weak for her, Harry smiled at his curious spectator. Nell gazed at his glistening teeth, the same ones that respected her frailty. He licked his dry lips, wiped his tip and stood to check for any missing shots.

Harry finished slipping out of his jeans and adjusted himself back into his briefs. Tossing the used shirt to the ground he returned to the warm body in his bed. Nell didn’t care that he could now see her, and did she ever feel his green eyes drink her in. Harry laid on his side, right behind her, tangling his legs with hers. Careful fingertips caressed up and down her arm with delicate kisses circling over her shoulder.

The cool down was sweet. The heat from Harry’s body against hers was unforgettable. This closeness…unforgivable. Nell felt light, as though she could float right through the roof of the cabin and into the sky if it weren’t for Harry’s arm anchoring her. Their bond was growing. The sense of belonging to one another remained unsure, but Harry intended on making that clear once he rested his eyes for a little while.

Notes

Nell is liking this, wouldn't you say? Who wouldn't with Harry though. I hope I delivered. Don't forget to show your appreciation by voting. I shall update later this week. xoxo