He rolled us onto our sides and we began kissing again, hands everywhere. He deftly unhooked my bra and pushed it out of the way, filling his hands with my breasts. My breathing went shaky as he squeezed them, then bent his head and began to lick, my nipples hardening under his tongue. Meanwhile, I finished unfastening his shirt. My hands roved over the ridges and valleys of his abs and slid under his shirt to climb the rugged mountains of his back. But mainly, they smoothed across the big, wonderful slabs of his chest. There was something about the size of him, there, the hard muscled bulk of him, that made me feel deliciously tiny and feminine.

We were rolling over and over on the big bed, now, unable to keep still. I heard the metal rasp of my zipper coming down and then my jeans and soaked panties were being pushed down past my knees. They got stuck around my ankles and then, with some twisting and prying, my sneakers slid off and the whole bundle of jeans, sneakers and socks hit the floor and I was naked below the shoulders. A moment later, he stripped off my bra and then I was nude in the middle of the bed, the sheets gloriously soft against my skin. I looked up at the four poster bed’s drapes and the canopy overhead, and it was like being a princess in one of my fantasy books.

Danny pushed his pants and jockey shorts down his hips and off and started to knee-walk towards me. I scooched back to give him room, my eyes glued to his cock as it slapped against his stomach. I leaned back against the pillows and then flushed as I realized I’d unconsciously opened my legs for him. Danny gave a filthy smirk and I flushed harder, but a hot throb rolled through my body. He rolled on a condom, brandished himself in one hand and—

I groaned, my mouth opening in a wide O as he entered me. It was utterly different, in a bed. For one thing, I was under him, this time, feeling the weight and power of him as he pushed into me. In the fisherman’s hut, riding him, I’d felt small and fragile, clinging onto all that muscled power. But now, looking up at that wide chest and strong shoulders, feeling his hips spread me as they slid up between my thighs… It lit something dark and primitive inside me, sending waves of heat trembling outward from my groin.