Órion Fantone
Things with Abigail were getting more intense every day. Over the days, I sent her bouquets of roses, took her out on dates, and we walked hand in hand while she smiled nonstop. I was happy for the first time in years, even knowing that this romance would have consequences and that maybe very soon I would have to leave her, but my heart was surrendered to those golden curls, a different feeling that I was trying to understand. I caressed her face as I opened the car door; I was going to take her to a deserted island, a weekend away from everything and everyone.
"Are you kidnapping me, Governor?" she smiled, looking at me. Every time our eyes met, my heart raced.
"Yes, you’ll be my captive, and the ransom will be a whole night by my side." Awkwardly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I was taking it slow; I didn’t want her to feel pressured, but my cock was eager to slide inside her pussy.
"Orion, I don’t know if I’m ready yet." She lowered her head, and I reached out to her cheeks, gently stroking them.
"Curls, I’m crazy to make love to you." Her eyes sparkled. "But I’m patient. If you don’t want to, you can just sleep beside me while I admire your beauty."
"You sure know how to use your words, Your Excellency. Your speeches are flawless." I burst out laughing.
"No wonder I became the Governor of California and am running for reelection."
"Confident, but I see you’ve been very distracted lately. We spent practically the whole week together, and now we’re going to spend the weekend away from everyone. Are you sure this won’t interfere with your work? I don’t want to be a hassle."
"It won’t. I need a break — years living for politics." I ran my hand through my hair, shaking my head. "Time to rest."
"Then let’s go. Kidnap me, Governor."
I got in the car, asking for the keys from one of my bodyguards. This time, I would drive, and they would follow us in two cars. I started the engine before looking at Abigail and fastening her seatbelt. It was the first time in years I was going to that island, a beautiful place to spend a weekend, but with the daily hustle, I had neglected it. Almost six hours later, we arrived, and as we got out of the car, Curls looked around, seeing the chalet next to a huge pool. The only person still frequenting the island was my caretaker, who took care of the place every day.
"My God, what a beautiful place!" she exclaimed excitedly. I stood behind her, watching. Abigail’s happiness was contagious and drove me wild. "Orion, you have my consent to kidnap me anytime," she joked.
"Come on, let’s check out the chalet’s interior. There’s a fireplace, and I ordered marshmallows." She ran to me, kissing my mouth.
"You’re incredible."
We entered the chalet, and I showed her all the rooms, as well as the fridge full of treats I knew she loved. Abigail and I sat on the living room couch; I pulled her body close to my chest, stroking her hair. With her, everything was different — the women I used to meet were just meaningless hookups. After my woman, no other had made me sigh just by being near her.
"Does your aunt know about us?" I asked cautiously. Things were getting too serious, and my assistant had given me several rules. If I wanted to keep this madness going, one of them was to be as discreet as possible.
"No, I know our meetings have to stay secret, and she wouldn’t be happy knowing I’m dating you." I raised my eyebrows, feeling offended. Even though I knew the relationship was too risky and that if discovered, my reputation would be ruined, I wanted to go all the way.
"Why? I’m a great catch." I stared at her face, questioning.
"Orion, we come from different worlds. You’re deep in your campaign, I have a scholarship thanks to you. If people find out, they’ll think I’m some gold digger after your money." Her breathing became heavy; Abigail pulled away from my arms, standing up from the couch. Damn! That weekend was supposed to be for us to forget all that crap, not worry about what might happen if our relationship came to light.
"Calm down." I stood up and walked to her, placing my hand on her waist, making her look at me. "No one will find out. Let’s just let things happen and see where it goes."
I pulled her body closer to mine and hugged her tightly, smelling her scent. Those days with Abigail had been unforgettable, like I had returned to my youth, living intensely without caring about my commitments, just me, living a forbidden romance with my golden curls.
After that conversation, we decided to take a swim and relax a bit. I was waiting for her behind the bathroom door, and when it opened, her tiny bikini made me open my mouth in admiration of her beauty, and my cock immediately hardened. It was hard not to see that perfect body and not feel turned on; I was burning up.
"Orion... Orion..." I snapped out of my daydream, hearing the snap of her fingers.
I couldn’t resist. I pushed her body back until Abigail’s back hit the wall behind her. I placed one hand on each side of her face, trapping her, and looked deep into her eyes before kissing her mouth intensely. Following my touch, Abigail gave in, holding my face. I was going crazy.
"Let me touch you," I whispered in her ear, pulling away from her lips, trying to control my breathing. Abigail nodded. Smiling, I took my right hand off the wall and brought two fingers to her mouth. "Suck," she looked at me and did as I asked, soaking my fingers.
"What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
"Trust me, you’ll like it." I slid my hand inside her bikini and was surprised to find her wet; the girl was as hot as I was. "Wet, how delicious!"
With circular motions, I stroked the tip of her clitoris. At first, she was startled and tried to close her legs, but I stopped her.
"Relax." I kissed her neck. "I’m going to make you come."
I kept going; she let out a loud moan, making me even more excited. So wet and surrendered to my touch, Abigail closed her eyes. I tried to slip my fingers inside her, but she grabbed my arm tightly, signaling it wasn’t the right moment yet. I felt a bit frustrated but would wait for her time. I increased the movements on her clit, and her moans grew louder. I could tell she was close to her first orgasm.
"Ah... don’t stop, Governor, please keep going," she begged, making me smile.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop — I was desperate to see her come on my fingers. I intensified the massage, watching her expressions, and when my name echoed from her lips as she trembled in my arms, I realized that Curls is my paradise on earth.
"Was that..." her breath was rapid — "an orgasm?"
"Your first?" she nodded, surprising me. I knew Abigail was a virgin but didn’t know she had never made herself come before. "How was it?"
"Incredible." She smiled, kissing my mouth, then slid her hand down to my briefs, squeezing my hard cock beneath the thick fabric. "I want..."
"You want to suck me?" I asked, looking into her eyes. "Don’t feel pressured, Curls. Everything in its time. Now let’s enjoy the pool."
"Let’s go, thank you, Orion."
"Don’t thank me." I bent down, kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, "This is just the beginning. Your next orgasm will be with my cock inside your pussy."
I held her hand; I would drive her crazy, begging for more, surrendering to desire. Together, we walked out of the chalet. I held her hand to help her into the pool, and excited, she splashed water on me. It had been so long since I escaped my life just to spend an afternoon by the pool laughing and having drinks. It was so good to be back, to be the same Orion from years ago.