Chapter 12
TWELVE
FLORA
The storm is raging outside as I lay in bed. Each thunderclap is loud, the rumbles shaking the cabin. Flashes of lightning illuminate the room, casting shadows across the walls.
A loud bang outside the window startles me and my heart races. Jumping out of bed, I run to the living room. Dax is fast asleep on the couch, the chaos outside having no effect on him. I nudge his arm, trying to wake him up. His eyes flutter open, squinting as he tries to make sense of the situation.
“Flora…” Dax mumbles, half asleep.
“Dax, I’m scared,” I whisper.
Suddenly, a thunderclap echoes through the cabin and the walls vibrate. Scared and without thinking, I climb onto the couch and sit beside Dax.
He blinks a few times and sits up. “Hey, it’s okay,” Dax whispers while shifting to make room for me. He can sense I’m scared and wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. “It’s outside. We’re safe in here. The storm can’t hurt us,” he reassures me.
I feel safe with Dax beside me. I focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down .
“Sorry. It’s just that the storms in England are nothing like this…”
I feel myself getting tired in the safety of Dax's arms, making my eyes start to close.
“Let's get you back to bed. You can’t sleep sitting up,” he says quietly, nudging me.
We both get up from the couch and he leads me into the bedroom. Another thunderclap crashes, louder and closer than before. Instinctively, I grab his hand.
“Dax…can you stay in here with me tonight?” I can feel the fear and vulnerability sneak up on me.
Dax pauses and bites his cheek as he studies my face. “Of course, I’ll stay.”
He lifts up the blanket and helps me back into bed as I crawl under the covers. Dax walks to the other side of the bed and looks at me for approval. I nod and he climbs into the bed.
The mattress dips under his weight and I turn to face him. Our bodies are close, but not touching.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
The wind and rain are the only sounds you can hear. We look at each other for a moment, only inches apart.
A rumble of thunder scares me and I can’t help but flinch. I move closer to Dax, pressing my body against his. I rest my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my ear. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as he rests his chin on top of my head.
“I’m here,” he whispers.
His arms encircling me makes me feel safe. Dax pulls back slightly and looks down at me. I tilt my head up, meeting his gaze.
We’re face to face, lips centimeters apart as our breaths mingle. I don’t know how it happens, but our lips meet. The kiss is soft at first, his lips inviting .
Dax’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as our kiss deepens. His hand moves up my back, his finger tangling in my hair. I feel a rush of emotions spread through me.
We are both breathless as we break away from the kiss. Dax rests his forehead against mine and I feel his warm breath on my lips.
We hold each other for a moment and our connection grows. Our lips meet again, this time more intensely, as our tongues explore each other. I feel the heat radiate from Dax's body as he grips me tightly. I can’t help but let out a quiet moan, which seems to spur him on.
My hands wander under his T-shirt and my fingers move up his abs. He feels incredible, his body is so defined.
He responds by grabbing the back of my neck. Just when I thought our kiss couldn’t get more intense, it does. His free hand moves to my waist and slides under my top. I arch into his touch, craving more.
Dax pulls back for a moment, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of desire. We hold our gaze, both knowing this is something we want. He sits up, pulling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. A shaft of lightning casts a shadow across his chiseled body. I sit up, feeling breathless. He touches my chin, guiding my lips to his for another passionate kiss.
His hands move to the hem of my top and he pauses, looking at me for approval. I smirk and raise my arms, allowing him to lift it over my head. My top is pulled away, revealing my bare breasts. He breathes deeply, taking in the sight of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle his lap. I feel the hardness of his cock pressing up against his underwear. I can’t help but let out a moan as we kiss again. His hands roam up and down my back until they move to my hips, gripping them firmly. I grind against him, feeling my shorts rub against his hard c ock. My body reacts on cue and I feel myself getting wet, my nipples puckering.
“Fuck. Stop,” he mumbles. I can hear the hesitation in his voice.
I look at him, confused and out of breath.
“Flora, are you sure you want this…with me?” he asks, swallowing hard. His eyes search mine.
My heart pounds in my chest as I nod. “I’m sure.”
His thumb brushes over my skin as he cups my cheek. “Oh, Flora. I’m not worthy of you.”
I can see the self-doubt on his face. I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Dax. I want this…”
His eyes search mine and he pulls me closer. “Are you sure?” he asks again.
“Yes. I want you, Dax.”
He kisses my neck and I lean my head back, letting out a deep moan.
“Flora, I’m going to be so gentle,” he murmurs between kisses.
I grind against him, feeling his cock strain through his underwear. Our hands lock together, our fingers entwining. My movements pick up speed and I can hear his breathing get heavy.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, Dax flips me over. His hand caresses my thigh and he slowly pulls down my shorts. The air hits my exposed skin, making me quiver. I feel vulnerable yet excited. I spread my legs for him, my wet pussy on full display. I watch his eyes as he takes in the sight.
He brushes his hand past my stomach and then caresses my pussy, his touch making me gasp.
“I don't want to hurt you,” Dax says, biting his bottom lip.
“It’s going to hurt at first. I know,” I reply, propping myself on my elbows. “But I trust you. ”
We move together, rising onto our knees. I reach and tug his underwear down as his erection stands tall and hard. We both look at each other before I reach out, wrapping my hand around his cock. His eyes never leave mine as he inhales sharply.
“Flora…”
I release my grip on his cock. His fingers move to my pussy and he spreads my lips open. I let out a soft moan as he touches my clit.
With his other hand, he gently pushes on my torso. I relax, lie down, and open my legs for him again.
“Wow. You have such a beautiful pussy,” he whispers.
I offer myself to him completely and he holds my legs open, his hand gripping my thighs. He moves between my legs, his tattooed body towering over me. His fingers rub my clit, and pleasure consumes me. My mouth is wide open, but no noise comes out.
Fuck, I want to orgasm. I’ve only ever made myself orgasm before.
I arch my back as his fingers continue to move on my clit. Pushing my hips towards him, I feel my orgasm building up. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation, as my breathing becomes heavy. His fingers pick up speed, moving from side to side.
Finally, my whole body trembles as I have the most intense orgasm of my life. I let out a cry and my legs quiver. Dax holds me close and wraps his arms around me.
I lie there and look up, seeing he’s impressed with himself. A smile spreads across his face as he reaches into the bedside table drawer and retrieves a condom. He kneels in front of me, holding out the condom. “Wanna put it on?” he asks.
“I’ve never…” I start to stutter.
“It’s okay, I’ll do it.”
He tears open the condom packet, pulling it out and slowly rollin g it down his cock. The band grips tightly around his erection. His eyes meet mine, seeking confirmation.
“Flora. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Dax. I’m sure,” I reply. I feel butterflies form in my stomach.
Dax lowers his body on top of mine, positioning himself carefully. One hand supports my head, while his fingers caress my cheek. “If you want me to stop, you just say so.”
My heart races and I nod, biting my bottom lip and feeling scared. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. He moves his hand from my face as he guides himself.
I begin to shake as my nerves get the better of me. “Relax, Flora,” Dax whispers. Slowly, he begins to thrust his hips forward, his cock inching into my pussy. I feel a mixture of pain and pleasure as he enters me.
A loud gasp escapes my lips as my pussy adjusts to his size.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any signs of discomfort.
“Mhmm.”
Fuck. His cock is big!
I feel deep pressure and my pussy stretches as he penetrates me. Dax’s hips move slowly with each thrust. I feel myself relaxing more, the pain gradually giving way to pleasure.
“Ok. I’m gonna move a little faster now,” Dax whispers
I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer and inviting him deeper. His pace quickens.
Moaning loudly, I’m unable to hold back. “Dax. Dax.”
“You’re so tight. You’re making me want to come,” he groans in my neck.
I arch my back, meeting his thrusts. My hands grip the sheets beneath me as I lose myself. The room fills with the sounds of my wet pussy and moans. I let go of the sheets and cling to him .
I feel Dax's hands under my back as he flips me over, positioning me on top of him. Straddling him now, I look down and notice a bit of blood on the base of his cock. My heart skips a beat and I let out a huge gulping sound.
“Oh–” I start to say, my voice sounding scared.
“It’s okay,” he reassures me.
Before I can process his words, he thrusts his hips up, catching me off guard. I throw my head back, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as a cry escapes my lips. “Dax!”
His hips thrust hard, his stiff cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and our bodies move closer.
Dax catches his breath and flips me over again. I lie on my back with my head pressed into the pillow.
I can feel my pussy tightening around his cock, each thrust making me quiver.
“I’m going to come, Flora,” he grunts.
His hips pound into me over and over. I can feel his balls hit against my skin.
“Dax!” I cry out in pleasure.
His body collapses onto mine as he comes, our bodies sticking together with sweat. He lifts his head, eyes locking onto mine as he strokes my face.
He leans in and kisses me tenderly, his lips meeting mine. “I want this every night, Dax,” I confess, my voice shaking.
“That good?” he teases, chuckling with a smirk on his face.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Only if you want to, Flora.”
Yes, it hurt. But fuck, it felt incredible. Dax is amazing.
“Okay, I’m going to pull out. It might hurt,” he warns, his eyes filling with concern.
He eases himself out of me and I feel a slight pressure and discomfort. I look down and see a trace of blood on the sheets beneat h me and on the condom. A mix of emotions floods me—satisfaction, vulnerability, and a lingering ache.
Dax reaches over me and grabs a tissue, wiping away the blood from my pussy. His touch is so caring. He takes the condom off, ties it off, and throws it away.
He leans down and kisses my sore pussy and I freeze, not knowing how to react.
He raises back up and settles beside me, pulling me close into his arms. We lie there in the aftermath, our breathing heavy and our hearts still racing. I feel exhaustion settling over me and my body feels tender.
“Are you sore?”
“A little, I’ll be okay. I’m just so exhausted and sleepy.”
He kisses the top of my head and strokes my hair while holding me tight in his arms. “Get some rest now,” he murmurs.
I close my eyes, feeling content. As I drift off, I listen to the beat of his heart.
DAX
Flora is sound asleep and she looks so peaceful. I carefully slide my arm from under her body, making sure I don’t wake her. I get out of bed and my cock still throbs. Damn, her pussy was so tight. The way it gripped around my cock…everything about her is perfect.
The thought of being her first fills me with pride and guilt. I've never taken someone's virginity before, but I made sure to be as gentle as I could.
I pull on my underwear and walk to the kitchen. The smell of cannabis hits me as I enter. Lyka is at the back door, smoking a joint and taking a deep drag. I walk over and give him an awkward smile as he hands me the joint. I take a drag, feeling the smoke fill my lungs .
“I heard,” he says bluntly.
I don’t know what to say. I hand him back the joint and look out to the forest.
“Was she tight?” he asks, his tone almost taunting.
I nod my head and avoid looking at his eyes. He shakes his head and grunts, clearly unimpressed.
“What, Lyka?”
“Nothing.”
Lyka finishes the joint, flicks it outside, and walks away. I can feel the tension between us. He stops and turns around, his eyes showing frustration.
Say something, Lyka. What are you thinking? I know you want her.
Lyka shakes his head and walks away without saying a word. I watch him pace down the hallway, feeling his disapproval.
I walk over to the fridge and pull out a bottle of water. Flora comes to mind. My cock still throbs. The way her body felt beneath mine, the sounds she made. The look in her eyes was full of trust. The images replay in my mind and I can’t help but feel aroused.
I lean against the kitchen counter, trying to clear my head of its thoughts. I finish the bottle of water and throw it in the trash. With a deep breath, I leave the kitchen and return to the bedroom. The hallway is dark and quiet. I pause when I reach the door, gathering my thoughts before pushing it open.
Flora is still fast asleep, her body curled up. I feel guilt creep up on me as I watch her. I walk over to the bed and quietly slip back in, trying not to wake her. I lie there and pull her close. I want to keep her here, forever. She stirs slightly, but doesn’t wake. I kiss her forehead and whisper, “Good night, flower.”