One Time Only

Chapter 15

Harry steps back and looks at the canvas in front of him, then shakes his head. "This is harder than it looks." He says. "I'll never tease you about tattooing again." Harry chuckles when he feels Jerica wrap her arms around him from behind him.

"I don't know, it's not to bad." Jerica says as she moves to stand in front of Harry. "We can always claim it's an abstract painting." She laughs.

"Very funny." Harry says as he drops his paint brush, then picks Jerica up and throws her over his shoulder. Stepping up to the edge of the their little paradise pool, he dives in. When he come up for air Jerica is laughing.

"Idiot." She giggles, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck. "You just may have scared away lunch."

Harry chuckles and pulls Jerica closer. "Don't care, I'm tired of fish anyway." He smiles as he lowers his head and kisses her.

Jerica wraps her legs around Harry's waist as soon as his lips meet hers. The problem with that is, she's only wear her bikini bottoms, so she can feel everything. Harry's reaction to her doing that surprises her, causing her to moan slightly.

As soon as his lips meet Jerica's, Harry feels her legs wrap around his waist, he's shocked at how quickly his body reacts to this and her low moan. Stepping back, Harry leans back against the edge of the pool, holding Jerica closer to him. Raising his head, he lifts one hand to brush some of her hair out of her face.
"God you're so beautiful." He moans, burying his face in her neck, kissing her there.

Jerica throws her head back, arching her back slightly, causing her to grind against Harry's hardened cock more. With a soft moan, Jerica tightens her hold on Harry, she then says something she hasn't said since he's found her. "I love you." She whispers.

"Thank God." Harry whispers, holding her tight. "I love you too."

"Show me. Please, Harry." Jerica whispers, looking him right in the eyes.

Harry runs his fingers through her hair. "Babe? Are you sure?"

Jerica nods. "I'm sure." She says with a little wiggle. "I'm pretty sure you are too."

Harry drops his head to her shoulder. "Yeah I am, but I don't want you doing anything unless you're sure. I can suffer through my problem, I have many times around you." He groans.

"You don't have to this time. I want this, I want you." Jerica says. "And what better place than here at our own little paradise?" She whispers, again tightening her legs even more.

Harry gasps in a breath. "Hang on." He groans as he lifts them both out of the pool. Standing, with Jerica still in his arms, he walks over to where they've been sleeping for the past few days. Laying her down, Harry takes his wet shirt off and throws it over to one side. He then helps Jerica take hers off, once that's done he works on the rest of their clothes, when they're both completely nude Harry finally looks down at Jerica. "Jesus, I was right. You're absolutely gorgeous." He whispers as he leans down and kisses her, rubbing his hard penis against her wet, vaginal opening. "Babe, look at me. I don't want to hurt you."

"Harry, that can't be helped." Jerica whispers as she places her hand on his cheek. "I've never done this before. Just don't stop now. Please."

Harry nods, leans down, kisses her as he slowly enters her. He just hopes he doing this right, he's never been with a virgin before.

Jerica blinks several times before turning her head to look at the man next to her, seeing his eyes on her she smiles. "You hungry, I can probably catch us some fish now."

Harry pulls her closer. "Why don't we just swim out of here and go get a burger somewhere?"

"Hmm, you think that's safe?" Jerica asks.

Harry shrugs. "If we stay away from our place, my shop and your studio, I don't see why not. If Peter is still out there watching for us, those are the places he'll be looking for us. Not some random burger joint." Harry says.

"You have a point. And I might know the perfect place." Jerica says as she sits up, not caring she's still naked. "There's a great place on this side of town, not far from here. Has the best burgers I've ever tasted."

Harry reaches out and runs one finger down one of Jerica's breasts, flicking the nipple, making it pebble up, he then leans forward and kisses it, sucking it before pulling her down and rolling on top of her. "Changed my mind." Harry whispers as he slowly enters her. "We'll eat later." He moans as he starts slowly moving in and out of her.

Jerica wraps her legs around Harry's waist and moans. "Damn good idea." She sighs.