Ginger Fox

“Gim...” — Baby’s long nails dig into my thigh as my lips travel her neck, with my body positioned over hers. My fingers slowly untie the sash of her robe, listening to the soft moans escaping her lips. She arches her chest up as her head sinks into the pillow.
“Oh God... Ginger.” — I’m hot. I know my body is excited just by hearing my name on her lips. “What are you doing?”
My body releases weight onto my knees, pressing my thighs against her skin as I drag the robe, letting it fall loose. I slide a finger down from her throat, tracing the valley between her breasts, pushing aside the thin fabric covering her. I look at her pale breasts, with pink areolas and erect nipples so full, with her creamy skin. I follow each inch of her that I’m uncovering. Her flat, firm, warm belly moves with her anxious breath. Her nails dig deeper into my skin as I lower my torso, allowing my mouth to open, letting my tongue slide over her rigid nipple. The small shiver she has doesn’t go unnoticed, making me deepen my exploration of her breast.
“Vanilla...” — I whisper calmly, answering her question.
I let my hand push the robe’s sleeves off her arms, freeing them from the fabric and letting them fall back to my leg. My mouth sucks her breast with more hunger and tenderness, just like Tom used to do with me. If there’s one thing I learned from him, it’s how to make the most delicious vanilla sex, and that’s what Baby wants to feel, the love and affection in every move, in every brush of my tongue. My fingers caress her arms, moving slowly up and down. My mouth moves to the other breast, feeling my pussy wet as it brushes over her cock, which she still hides under the thin layer of robe fabric. I press my hip a little more, moving my pelvis in a slow back-and-forth motion, just to make her warmer, more relaxed with each pass of my tongue as I suck her nipple.
Her hands move to my waist, untying my robe, pulling it off my arms until it slips down my back, her pulling it away. My mouth releases her breast, leaving a warm trail with each kiss I place on her skin. The bite on her chin makes her tremble beneath me, which only encourages me to keep stealing her lower lip for my mouth, sucking it with the same delicacy I used on her breasts.
“Gimmm...” — I pull away from her, getting back on my knees, leaving a short space between our bodies.
Baby’s dilated eyes are expressive, so lost in the affection her body is receiving, as I am in giving it to her. I move aside any remaining parts of the robe, lazily covering her waist, looking at the cock standing erect between her legs. It’s pink and long, slightly thinner than Jonathan’s, and it pulses when my finger touches the tip of its head. I look at her lying on the bed, sprawled with her breath quickening, with a hint of fear in her gaze as I finally focus on it. Her blonde hair like gold shines on the light pillow. Baby is beautiful, and I love every part of her that is before me. How could she have to hide? Suppress the woman she is? My eyes only see the most beautiful woman, who deserves to be loved in every way.
“God, you’re so beautiful...” — My hand caresses her breast, holding it in my hand, feeling every emotion she shares with me.
Her blue eyes are misty, letting a small tear slide down the side of her face.
“Gim, I’m not...” — My hand releases her breast, moving to her face, caressing and wiping away the tear.
I smile affectionately, shaking my head, finishing removing my own robe and tossing it to the floor. My body moves over hers, until my face is inches from hers, losing myself in her solitary gaze. My fingers between us slip, stopping at her cock, positioning it at the entrance of my pussy, between the swollen lips. My hands stop at the side of her face, holding it between my fingers, following each reaction she shows me as my hip pushes down, taking her cock inside me.

" You’re perfect... — I whisper to her softly, capturing her mouth with mine.
My body embraces her in every way, becoming accustomed to her, until our bodies are fully pressed together, savoring the sweet taste of her kiss, which she gifts me. Baby gives herself to me, letting me rock her body slowly. It’s a deliberate and unhurried rhythm, allowing us to fall into the abyss that pulls us. Her nails digging into my back leave a burning trail wherever they roam. I thrust my hips harder, grinding my ass against her, making her gasp, separating our lips and letting out a soft moan. The exposed skin of her neck allows me to kiss her, sliding my tongue along the side of her neck until it reaches the tip of her ear, returning to the previous back-and-forth motion. I know a large part of my body still aches from Jonathan, but I can’t focus on that; I’m teetering on the edge with Baby. I remember telling her by the pool how I felt that night in Sodoma. I called myself foolish for feeling how that night and being with those unknown men made me feel good. I was okay and felt complete. Beyond just a fling, I think what I couldn’t express or discern at that time was that it wasn’t the sex that completed me, but Jonathan and Baby.
I push my body back, placing my arms by her sides, using her legs as support, and begin to rise and fall slowly, interspersing with some grinding, making her bite her lips to stifle her moans. I let one of my hands move to my clit, making light circles, increasing the rhythm with my hips, which slam against her skin with each forward and backward movement, trapping her against me. I’m captivated by her perfect face, shamelessly contorting in pure euphoria and pleasure. This amplifies my own pleasure. The current slicing through me makes me throw my head back, fucking her harder, masturbating with more agony until I reach the orgasm I’ve been seeking. When I do, I take her with me, pulling her in with pressure inside my pussy, milking her cock as it releases its warm jets of cum. Perfect, Baby is simply perfect!
We both are returning to the stability of our breathing. My body is collapsed in pure exhaustion beside her. I feel the gentle touch of her fingers on my face as I smooth her arm with the back of my hand and lift a strand of her blonde hair with my fingers, smiling lazily, seeing her so happy. What I share with Baby is just one of the ways I want her to be loved, never forgetting how perfect she is.
“Vanilla is good...” — she whispers with a smile, keeping her gray-blue eyes locked on mine.
“Yes, vanilla is good. And I wish all the vanilla in the world for you, Baby.”
Her face moves closer to mine, sharing the pillow. I feel the tip of her nose gently rubbing against mine. Her fingers weave through my hair.
“Stay with us, Gim...” — Her voice is soft, almost like a prayer.
“Baby, I...”
“Stay here on the island. Stay with me.” — Her hand caresses my face, pulling me closer. “Stay with Jonathan, with Jon... Stay with us, Gim...” — She breathes softly, rubbing her face against mine, whispering: “No one will judge us. We would never let anyone harm you or offer you less than you deserve.”
“Baby, I can’t.” — I pull my face away from hers, feeling confused by her request. “This isn’t my world.”
I’m taken aback. All the emotions I’ve just felt, everything I’m going through, is overwhelming. The intrusive feelings for Jonathan growing inside me, the love for Jon, the boundless affection for Baby, Tom’s betrayal... I came here with a stable life, even though I was running from it, I had a settled life, but now everything has turned upside down, and what was a dream has become reality, and the realities that were so certain have turned into lost dreams.