He ran out.
Just after I felt him fill me with that hot stick.
Just after he claimed my virginity.
Just after I got to experience the most incredible feeling ever.
He dumped me on the bed, and ran.
I want him back. I want more of him. I want to love him. Sex in Denmark is allowed at age fifteen. So not like I am breaking the rules.
Sure, I should have kept my virginity for my husband, only because I am a princess.
Only, I want him to be my husband. Him, Gavin Trollis. The hunk of my dreams.
I am still laying on my bed, naked, abandoned, wishing he finished me. But I am enjoying the aftermath of feeling him stretch and fill me. Feeling the aches in places I never knew of.
I don't want to move. But I know I have to. Maybe I can get him to join me in the gym. He has to go wherever I go. Even to my female friends' enlightenment, into the bathrooms at school. I have a female bodyguard too. But I preferred him and made that so. Especially after I was bullied by another girl and he came to my rescue. Carrying me half-naked after my clothes were torn, wrapped in his jacket, out of the bathroom into a small room, where he stripped his shirt, flashing me his rock hard abs and chiseled chest, and dressing me in his shirt. That was when he saw me topless for the first time. When I was thirteen. I had a shitty white cotton bra. Nothing sexy.
But that was when I fell in love with him.
Quickly I pull on my clean panties, tightest gym pants that mould me like skin. With a gym sports bra on too, I pull on a loose tee shirt over and with socks and shoes, I pull my hair into a ponytail, then hop out of my suite where I find him standing outside, as if nothing ever happened.
"Come on, Gav," I grab his hand like I have been doing for the last seven months. Then I drag him with me, down to the gym which is empty.
Closing the gym doors – this time I make sure it is locked. I turn and face him. "I can see you are upset."
"Ma'am, I…" he starts to stutter and stops.
"Stop. Don't you dare say it should never have happened. Gavin. I love you. I have for years. And sex between us was consensual. Shoot, it was incredible. I am old enough to decide. Now, either you freck me again, or help me gym," I tell him, pulling off my shirt and I move closer.
"I would really love it if you would freck me. Again and again," I purr up to him, sliding my fingers over his stomach, into his jacket when I unbutton it.
He shivers and I smile.
"I wish I could see you naked," I continue.
His jacket falls to the ground. His gun in the shoulder holster does not bother me. I unbuckle it and slip it off. Then bend facing away from him, to put it down. Only, I keep the bend, wiggling my butt at him.
"Clem…." He starts and stops. I shiver hard as it was the first time he used my name.
Backing up, I stand and move back against him.
"Gavin. For now, you are not my bodyguard," I said, and I gasp as he grabs me. I squeal silently in excitement.
Within seconds, I am naked with him. But he has yet to enter me again. He is holding himself back, above me, while we are on the gym mat, which is used for various reasons. I reach up, wrapping my arms and legs around him. Then I arch and rub myself on him.
"Gavin…" I plea. "Please."
"I will get fired for this. Jailed. Crucified."
"Say yes and I will ensure you never will be. Say yes and make me yours." I plea.
"God yes!" and he sinks into me, like coming home, filling me, making me stretch at his sheer size.
And his mouth takes my cry as he does.