Content warning: This chapter contains mature content.

August 18

Loon Call Island, Lake Rosseau, Muskoka

Twisted into a pretzel, tangled with Theo and Elle, I struggle to maintain my balance on the trampoline as it rocks in the small waves.

Steph, deciding she's too dignified to play with us, spins the wheel again. When she calls, "Left foot on blue," I groan.

I watch as Elle gracefully twists her body, bending and flexing her way into some contortionist position and sticking the landing, spread across three of the four colours.

Tess is also holding her own, but Theo and I both wobble precariously as the waves hit the trampoline.

Hudson's barely managing to keep his big toe onto the blue dot and I know it's only a matter of time before the male species represented here bite it.

The twister mats spread across the trampoline, tethered with bungee cords, are wet and slippery, we're all still covered in soapsuds from the Slip 'N Slide we've been launching off of the dock from.

Music pumps out and I watch Elle's chest rise and fall from her arched position on the mat. God, I can't wait to get my hands on her later, especially after the little show she'd inadvertently given me earlier. Plus the way she bends and twists now gives me ideas, ideas I know I shouldn't be having.

The sight of her perfect breasts had nearly stopped my heart. It had been worth losing the super soaker war to Hud for another glimpse of her perfection.

Feeling her pressed against my bare chest had nearly led me to toss her over my shoulder and drag her back to her cabin, but I'd managed to restrain myself there. We'd had an audience after all, and Brodie surely would have kicked my ass. He already has his concerns about us, I can see it in the evaluating looks he gives me, the curious frowns he sends in my direction every time I touch her.

I know he gets it; After all, he's with my sister, who, generally speaking, is just about as soft as Elle, just as sweet, only with a protective shell around her that Elle hasn't ever needed to develop. I can only hope it stays that way. I know that he, if no one else, he is on my side, even knowing how much he loves Elle, it's our connection that's been the strongest.

When Steph giggles, calling out "Right hand on red," I flop to the floor of the trampoline, giving up. My arms and legs are shaking, still not fully recovered from my workout from the other night. My muscles are screaming from the tight stretches I've forced them into tonight. I don't know how Elle does it. She's into all that yoga crap though, always going to the club on Saturday mornings for the classes through the year, it's harder than it looks, that's for sure.

On the upside, watching her has pictures flashing through my brain that have no business being there, but I enjoy them nonetheless.

Theo taps out as well, wincing as he stands. I feel slightly mollified to know he's also in a bit of pain. Diving off the trampoline, I float on my back and watch Elle compete with Hudson for the last round. When Steph calls "Left foot to yellow," I grin. There is no way Hud makes that from his currently awkward position. He's bent upside down in this bridge pose, his legs already crossed. Sure enough, Elle manages to swing one leg forward and over to yellow, but Hud slips on the wet tarp and hits the trampoline with a bounce.

Elle flops down on top of him as he rolls into her, knocking her down. She giggles accepting a high five, before he pushes her off the side, into the water. She surfaces, sputtering. "You're such a sore loser, Hudson." I laugh as she sticks her tongue out at him.

After several beers on the dock, more toasted marshmallows and s'mores than I care to count, I'm buzzed on beer and sugar and hungry for time alone with my girl.

We pack up the games and when Tess and Brodie wander off together and Mads takes that opportunity to head home as well, taking Steph with her. The group becomes more subdued, tired from the activities of the day.

I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Elle and Hud filled the day with mindless play, letting us all lose ourselves in the action. From barbecuing to roasting marshmallows, our corn hole toss games, followed by the super soaker wars, Slip 'N Slide, Twister, then hot tubbing under the stars, my body is tired, chaffed from sliding on the long plastic mat and only just slightly sunburned. These hours have been nearly therapeutic, cathartic.

Pulling Elle up from her chair at the fireside, I offer to drive her home. Hud protests lightly but one look from me has him holding his hands up in surrender, before kissing Elle's cheek and yanking her braid playfully. Elle leans over to kiss him in return before leaning over to do the same with Theo. "I'll boat, Greyson. You've been drinking most of the afternoon."

I'm craving her after this full day with others and as soon as I get her down to the boat, I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply, scraping my teeth over her bottom lip before pulling away abruptly to let her drive home.

We can see Elle's boathouse from Hud's so she doesn't bother speeding up, content to just put home with her sitting in my lap. When we tie off, I lead her up the winding back path to her cabin, avoiding the main cottage. The outdoor lights are on, so I relax. Linc and Di are still out.

Elle breaks away from me when we walk through her cabin doors, heading to the washroom to get ready for bed and freshen up. I strip to my boxer briefs, tossing my clothes in the corner of her bedroom and flop down on the bed waiting for her.

The small noise in the doorway pulls my attention and I turn my head, opening my eyes. My breath catches in my chest. Elle's standing there, leaning against the door frame, back lit by the soft light of her living room, wearing only dark blue lace panties and a matching soft, lacey bra that stops just below her ribs. The necklace I'd given her hangs between her breasts, glinting in the light.

She's biting her lip, so despite her casual pose, I know she's still a little nervous, especially to be the one initiating tonight. Standing, I walk to her and slide my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me, dipping my head down to kiss her softly, lingering over it. I run my free down her hair, over her back, lower, to trace the high cut cheeky lines of her panties.

Looking down at her, I see her lips are parted slightly, her face tipped up to mine, her eyes closed and just the smallest smile playing at her lips. She is absolutely breathtaking.

Pulling her backwards as I place soft kisses along her jaw, I sit on the bed, pulling her between my open thighs before taking her face in both my hands to kiss her again. Her shyness quickly takes a back seat to heat, to curiosity, and a timid sort of confidence that's sexy as hell, as she pushes me back onto the bed, climbing over me as I slide myself back to lean against the headboard, letting her settle one leg on each side of my thighs.

Her hands roam across my chest, my abdomen and her lips press more firmly to mine. I grip her hair in my fist, keeping her lips on mine as I coax them to open, sliding my tongue against hers. For just a moment, I let go.

Elle's hands tangle in my hair as I nip her bottom lip lightly. She shifts closer to me, climbing higher on my lap, rising on her knees to kiss me from a more dominant position. I tip my head back onto the pillow, turning my face up to hers, my hands sliding down to her hips, gripping tightly.

She rocks against me slowly and I squeeze her hips harder, but don't stop her. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stand this, but I'm not ready to stop her torturous movements. Not yet.

I run my hands up her sides, over her ribs, settling them just beside her breasts. As she kisses me, I graze my thumbs lightly back and forth across the front of her bra. I groan against her lips, pulling at the frayed edges of my control, my restraint. I remind myself she's still so innocent, still learning.

When Elle pulls back, sitting on my thighs, breathing hard and biting her lip, all I want to do is flip her onto her back and consume her. Instead, I stay completely still, watching her. Taking my cues from her.

Her hands trace a path from my shoulders, down my arms, stroking along my forearms, then settling over my hands pressed to her ribs. She places her hands over mine, sliding them down to settle over her hips. When she reaches behind her, unclasping her bra, my eyes fly up to her face. A shy smile spreads over her face and she tosses the bra to the side. Her necklace swings forward as she leans towards me and I use it to tug her closer, gently. She pushes back up on her knees and leans in to kiss me again, her hands resting on my shoulders.

Her bare breasts brush against my chest, and we both gasp at the sensation. I shift my hands back up to trace my thumbs across the pointed tips, pinching lightly, stroking. Elle begins to tremble almost instantly. Fuck. I love how responsive she is to me, how she seems to love everything I do. "You are so beautiful, so perfect. So, mine." I whisper against her lips as she runs her nails gently over my back.

I kiss my way from her lips down her throat, sliding out from under her, tipping her onto her back and moving over her. Her hands close over my biceps as I kiss my way to the tops of her breasts, brushing my nose over one beautiful rosy tip. She jolts in my arms, gasping.

I gently stroke the bare skin of her hip above the lace of her panties with my thumb, before lowering my lips to the sensitive skin, sliding my tongue across her nipple, around it, nipping lightly, before turning my attention to her other breast. I can't help myself, I need to taste her. At least some part of her.

Elle whimpers, her body bucking against mine, and I smile against her soft skin. I love her every response, it's like a personal aphrodisiac that has me craving more with every sip. With the small gasps escaping from between her lips, I continue to tease her. I press my hips into the mattress, steeling myself against the flood of desire that rushes through me. Tonight is not about me, I only want to give Elle a small taste of what more looks like. Her entire body is trembling in my arms, her hips rocking against me restlessly.

"You okay, Elle?" I press my lips to her throat.

"Yes, don't you dare stop now." I kiss my way back to her lips, settling my hips between her legs and rocking gently against her, letting her feel the effect she has on me.

I grind against her, making her moan as she tips her head back, exposing her throat to me. I scrape my teeth across the skin there, stroking my nose just under her ear. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted and her pulse is visibly throbbing beneath the pale skin of her neck. It's all the encouragement I need to continue this torturous experiment.

If I were to slide my hand into her panties, I'm certain I'd find her wet, slick, warm, but I won't take it that far, not tonight. Instead, I focus on the slow, steady rocking movements of my hips, pressing firmly against her.

Her nails bite into my shoulders and she tosses her head on the pillow, pressing herself closer to me, gasping desperately. "Greyson, I need... more, I don't know, though, what should I do?"

I clench my ass cheeks hard for control, to fight against the tingling I feel at the base of my spine. I only want to focus on making her feel good. I know what she wants, though, as her moans become more desperate, her hips rocking harder against me. I feel her small body straining against mine.

"Just relax, like before, this isn't any different. Let go. Trust me. I've got you."

I shift above her, sliding my hand down to press against her core, using the base of my palm to grind in a steady rhythm against her. Teasing her might just be the end of me, but I grit my teeth hard, focusing on making this experience good for her. I lower my lips to her breast, using my tongue and matching the rhythm of my hand. I'm rewarded with her quiet, throaty, gasping moans and I focus on repeating what I know she likes so far, slow, soft, firm.

I'm so close to exploding, for a moment I'm worried I'll come in my boxers, but as I grind against her, her body stiffens in my arms and she trembles harder, gasping and arching off the bed, her soft moans are music to my ears as I watch her. She is absolutely beautiful, completely uninhibited in her passion.

I take in every detail of her pleasure, pulling back to watch as her eyes close tightly, her teeth sink into her bottom lip and her back arches off the bed. She moans against my chest as she comes apart in my arms. I stare at her, committing this moment to memory. The way her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as she goes through her orgasm.

The rapid rising and falling of her chest distracts me, and her eyes fly open. I hold her against me as the small shudders roll through her body and she relaxes back into the mattress.

Her eyes are dazed, a soft smile of wonder floats across her lips and she raises a hand to her flushed cheek before looking up into my eyes.

I smile down at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her nose, then lips, rolling to my side and resting on one elbow to look down at her, placing my left hand on her ribs, stroking softly.

Her hand comes to rest on mine, linking our fingers together. A laugh bubbles up through her, I feel her shaking before the laugh escapes. She's simply euphoric, flushed with pleasure. "Show me something else, tonight. Something else I can do to you."

She wiggles in my arms when I don't answer right away. Stopping her hips from wiggling above me, I manage to choke out a strangled, "Yes, okay."

Elle pushes me away and rolls above me. Part of me thinks I'm a monster for what I'm about to show her. The other part of me screams for it, demands it.

Gripping her around the waist, I slide her back, pushing her up to kneel across my thighs.

She looks down at me with a shy, sexy smile on her beautiful lips. "Will you show me what you like?" I stroke my finger across her cheekbone, tucking a long loose lock of hair behind her ear.

"Just touch me, anywhere, everywhere. You can use your hands, or your mouth, or your feet." I can't resist the urge, even with my passion flooded brain, to tease her a little. After what she'd admitted Theo told her. 

When her eyes fly up to mine in alarm, I pull her to me for a quick, hard kiss. "Just kidding about the feet. I think, at least. Do what you want, I'll tell you if you do something I don't like, and I think you'll know when you do something I like."

She tosses her hair over one shoulder, and I take the long length of it in my fist, wrapping it around my knuckles once, anticipation building inside me as she looks down at my body, like she's thinking of the best way to approach it. Before I can offer her any more encouragement, she leans into me.

I grit my teeth as her soft exploration begins, stroking across my chest, down my abdomen and back up my ribs to repeat the slow, teasing, featherlight caresses. She leans in, pressing her lips to mine and stroking her tongue along my bottom lip. I hold her close, her breasts crushed between us as she kisses me, touches me.

When her fingertips run along the waistband of my briefs, my dick jerks in anticipation, causing Elle to snatch her hand away. I groan, grabbing her wrist and placing her palm firmly against me. "It's okay, keep going."

I'm already on the edge and I know it will only take a few small caresses before I lose it. God, I don't know what's happening to me, I'm normally so detached, or I have been every other time I've been intimate with someone. It was practically clinical before. It's just different with Elle and I don't know why. I decide not to overthink it.

I help her slide my boxers over my hip with my free hand, kicking them off the end of the bed. I guide her hand so it cups my length and she fixes her eyes on the growing bulge. I position her right hand around me, stroking her hand over my length, reminding her of the movements, although I don't really have to anymore. When I pull my hand away, she continues the slow, steady rhythm and I groan, beyond turned on by her explorations, watching as she bites her lip and studies me closely.

"Your hand feels amazing wrapped around me, Elle. It's perfect, keep going, just like that, a little faster, maybe."

Tightening my grip on her hair, I gently tug her towards me, pulling her breasts down, close to my face as she works her hand between us. I slide my tongue over her before burying my face between her breasts as she pumps me faster, harder. My hips move along with her hand, pushing harder into her grip, encouraging her to increase the speed, the pressure.

When she slides down my body, leaving behind a heated trail of wet kisses, I nearly jump out of my skin. I jerk at the skin to skin contact, biting my lip and groaning in pleasure as I flex into her grasp, her lips sliding over me tentatively. Her thumb and lips alternate as they rub and slide over the tip of my erection and I nearly lose it. "Do that again," I manage to choke out. When she does, I moan into her throat.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that, Elle. Fuck. Don't stop."

She doesn't. Both of her hands work me, one pumping, the other focused on stroking the tip of my cock, alternating with her lips and just a touch of tongue. "Fuck." The release floods through me and I continue to pump into her hand as she watches me, until I'm absolutely spent, the signs of my own pleasure spread across both our bodies. I drop my head back onto the pillow, breathing hard.

When I turn my head to look at her, she's smiling at me and I can't help but grin back at her, like an idiot.

"Why don't we grab a quick shower and I'll keep my promise to show you just how dirty my mouth can be. We've still got the rest of the night."

She practically bolts off the bed, racing into the shower in her eagerness and I laugh, smiling to myself. I've never felt so at ease with someone in this intimate setting. Walking towards the bathroom I mentally prepare myself for the rest of the night, slowly introducing her to what more could look like, without taking things too far, but realizing I'm the luckiest bastard in the world.

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One small pet peeve I have, is when you have a female MC  (in my case) discovering her sexuality, and she has a 'good girl' persona, she often doesn't change the way she behaves, she stays timid, reserved... good, rather than eager, curious, engaged.

I'd love to see more novels featuring young women (or other people in a similar time in their lives, regardless of gender, sexual orientation, etc.) coming into their own experiences, learning what they want, and need from a partner, and rolling with it! 

I'm curious if you share my peeve, or have an opinion of your own! Feel free to share in the comments! 

As always, if you like the story so far, I hope you'll let me know in the comments or by voting!

Xx Toria