Closing the distance, Arthur wraps his lips around Amy's.
He tastes her subtle, supple lips. His tongue invades her mouth. He feels how inexperienced she is so he leads her on, guiding her.
Behind them the couple is still going. The wet slap of skin fills the clearing. The girlfriend's moans climb higher. Amy hears all of it and her body answers.
He pushes his body on her, his chest now on top of hers. She can feel her heartbeat hammering through her ribs, her small breasts pressing flat against him. She returns in kind, pushing back. Getting lost in Arthur. His hands find her back, pulling her closer. Amy finds his neck, pulling him in.
They pull back slightly from their kiss. Saliva bridging between them.
"...d~don't stop—"
The couple behind them finishes, as the boyfriend groans and the girlfriend laughs. Footsteps. Rustling clothes. Their voices fade into the tree line.
The clearing goes quiet.
Just Amy's breathing. And Arthur's silence.
The night air settles over them cool against her flushed skin, carrying the smell of damp earth and crushed grass and the fading musk the couple left behind.
Arthur's hand is still on her back. His tattoo pulses warm where their chests touched. Amy can feel the echo of it a second heartbeat layered under her own, slower, steadier, pulling her rhythm toward his.
"Arthur..." Her voice comes out wrecked. Barely a whisper.
"Don't worry. Leave it to me."
Pulling down his pants, his cock springs free.
Amy's eyes widened seeing it up close. The size of it, the weight of it real in a way her fantasies never were.
'It's so—'
She doesn't finish the thought. Her hands reach down, feeling it up. The heat of it radiating against her palms, pulsing faintly with the same warmth his tattoo gave off.
"Just let me let me work. Okay?"
Arthur's voice is calm and steady. The same voice he uses when giving orders in the field. Amy nods, letting her captain do what he has to do.
He lowers himself. His cock finds her folds, splitting them open. She's been soaked for a while now but he slides in slowly anyway. Knowing it's her first time, clear from her cadence and tension. The way her breath catches between her teeth. The way her fingers grip his arms too tight.
"A~Ar—"
Even his name won't come out right as he fills her up.
Before she knows it, he's already reached her womb. His cock filling her up, stretching her out. The pain of her first time she thought it would be way worse, but the multiple climaxes earlier loosened her up. Her slick folds grip him tight.
'Tight.'
Arthur can't help but think it as he presses against her womb. Another inch or two still not fully inside her.
"I'll move slowly now," he whispers in her ear. His breath was hot against her skin.
He rocks his hips, slow, letting her get a feel for it.
She moans. She feels him the way it sends jolts down her body every time he pushes forward. Every time he pulls back. Her mind goes hazy. Her face flushed red as her fingers dug into Arthur's skin.
"K~kiss me."
Arthur obliges. Putting his lips around hers, their tongues intertwining, saliva spilling between their mouths, all while her pink pussy is stretched wide. Being ravaged by her captain.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The sound of Arthur picking up speed echoes out as his hips go flush against hers. On top of her he continues to ravage her mouth, all while his cock goes in and out stretching her. The juices of her inner folds lubricate him, making it easier with each thrust. The pleasure of making out adds to the lust creating an air of body odor and sex that hangs thick between them.
Pulling back, Arthur looks into Amy's eyes.
She stares back.
A gleam in those hazel eyes he hasn't seen before. Not lust. Not shame.
Happy.
Her eyes look happy. Her expression, happy. Her body, happy.
He reaches down, cupping her breast. His hand shuffles underneath her shirt, getting a feel of her supple chest. Small in his palm but soft, warm and rising fast with each breath she takes.
"Arthur— Arthur, I'm c~close—"
She moans. The feeling of release growing inside her, building at the base of her spine.
Arthur, not one to let her miss out, pounds at her. Picking her small body off the ground slightly, ravaging her.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
The sounds of him thrusting deep echo out. His cock kissing her womb, gently massaging it a forbidden pleasure, one that she greatly likes.
"R~ravage me, Arthur. Ravage me—"
She loses her etiquette. Becoming a wild woman lost in her lust. Unable to hold herself together. The shy, quiet Amy from the dining hall, from the hallways, from class gone. Replaced by something underneath that was always there.
"I'M COMING—"
She screams out, squirting, staining Arthur beneath her.
Her body squirms in Arthur's arms. The climax causes her vision to go in and out, her breath hitched and ragged, her hands not knowing where to be reaching out, grabbing for something to hold on to.
So Arthur grabs them.
Interlocking his fingers with hers, he pins her hands against the ground. Comforting her. He leans in, pulling her mouth onto his. Letting her first time end with a cherry on top.
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