This story can be read alone, however, I invite you to read the previous chapters. This is the last chapter in Paradise Bound. Thanks go to Hank Dolworth and EdwardMidweston for their advice, but any errors are mine. Thank you, readers, for any and all votes or comments!
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The end of March marked six months that Staff Sergeant Derrick Jackson and I had been dating. It was an amazing time for me in many ways: I had graduated from high school in January and was taking online college courses and I was in my first adult relationship.
Derrick was my first lover. He was a gorgeous man, with an air of danger about him. Over the months that we were lovers, he slowly showed me his dangerous side: he dominated me sexually, tying me up, spanking me, and showing me off.
He encouraged me to investigate my sexual needs and desires, which complimented his so very well. I was so lucky to have such a wonderful lover as my first.
Derrick had been calling me Kitten, Little Girl, or Pari, but after a certain incident involving Tae Kwon Do belts, he often used my full name: Paradise. He said my mom may have been a hippie but she had certainly named me right! As a kid, I didn't like the name, but Derrick always said it in this low, sexy tone that sent chills down my spine. Every time he said it, I knew he was thinking of how good he felt sinking into me. That, of course, made me think of how good it felt to me, too.
Derrick and I had both had a hard couple of weeks in March; he at work, me with the full load (of classes) I was taking online. He told me he had a surprise for me at the end of the month when things lightened up. I begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't tell me what the surprise was. Finally, though, he told me we were going somewhere cold and to pack warm clothes.
As the weather was beginning to warm up where we lived on post in Germany, I assumed he was taking us to the mountains, either north to Scandinavia or south to the Alps. I was partly wrong—he took us east into the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. There were lots of Dracula jokes the whole time!
We stayed in a small private home on the side of a gently sloping, low mountain. Below us was a beautiful blue lake. It was very private and very picturesque. Derrick would only say that he "had a friend" when I asked him how he found out about the lovely place.
We arrived in the late afternoon, bringing groceries and dinner with us. Derrick got a fire started and we lazed on the floor in front of it, eating a picnic dinner and drinking Romanian Ursus beers. Between the beer and the fire, the room quickly got very warm. We took our sweaters and boots off, but pretty soon, Derrick was looking at me in that way that made me shiver with desire.
He methodically took off his clothes, taking the time to fold each piece and set it aside. I had to lick my lips—I was afraid I was drooling. When he was completely naked he lay down on a quilt on the floor before the fire. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised, and said, "Well?"
I raced to get naked, completely disregarding my clothes as I removed them. Once I was naked, Derrick put out a hand to me. I took it and he gently tugged me down to him. I lay beside him, reveling in the feel of his hot, hard body, the smell of his musk, and most especially the desire I saw in his eyes.
We kissed and touched each other. Derrick swept his hand over my hip and around my ass, up my back and over to my breast. He teased my nipples with his fingers, making them achingly hard. I said Derrick's name as if it were a prayer.
Derrick put both arms around me and hugged me to him. I slipped my leg over both of his and his erection probed for my wet heat. Derrick captured my eyes with his in a look so intense it took my breath away.
He said, "Paradise, Kitten, I thank God for you everyday. You're my everything. I love you." He dipped to kiss me as my heart thundered in my chest. He'd never said he loved me before.
"Oh, Derrick!" I said, my eyes tearing up. "I love you, too!"
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm just so happy—my heart is so full."
Derrick smiled at me, a little apprehensively, as he said, "I—I want to give you a ring--when we get back."
"I don't need a ring, Derrick, but if you want to give one to me, I will wear it proudly."
"I do want to give you a ring, Kitten. I want there to be no doubt that you are mine." Derrick leered at me. I giggled.
He went on, "Seriously, I want you to know that I intend to marry you, when you are ready."
I gasped. "Derrick! My god! I had no idea...! I love you and I'd love to marry you—someday. I just—I'm not, not ready for that now."
"I know."
"What if it's a long time 'till I'm ready?"
Derrick waggled his eyebrows at me. "Are you going to let me fuck you in the meantime?"
I laughed and swatted his chest. "Of course!"
Turning serious again, he replied, "Then I'll wait." He kissed me, then, and I felt how much he loved me in that kiss. Time stopped and the earth melted away until there was nothing left but us in the whole universe.
Derrick moved to his back, pulling me on top of him. He moved his hands to cup the globes of my ass. He positioned me just right and entered. The hot, throbbing, stretching fullness made me feel almost giddy with joy.
He moved in and out of me slowly at first, as we continued to pour our hearts out to each other through our kisses. Gradually, Derrick moved faster until he told me to sit up. He moved his hands to my hips as I rode him, helping us move together. He went so much deeper that way. God, it was so good!
We fucked that way, in the firelight, whispering words of love and devotion, until we were both slick with sweat. Derrick slipped a hand down to rub my sweet spot and it was just a moment before I came, my head thrown back, crying out wordlessly, and clenching down on his cock.
I came out of my climax, melting bonelessly across Derrick. I felt him gripping my hips and slamming into me until he, too, cried out, his body tensing, his cock jerking inside me.
We lay like that, spent, catching our breath as the fire began to die and the sweat on our bodies began to dry. I shivered. We got up and showered together, then fell, gratefully, into the lovely soft bed.
The next day, we explored the tiny town of Ruginesti, which sat between the house we were staying at and Lake Izvorul Muntelui below us. We laughed with the Romanians at our method of communication, which primarily depended on hand signals, but sometimes we could find someone who spoke some German or English. I found out that Derrick was quite fluent in German, while my public school German couldn't get me much further than to a bathroom or pub.
We made love that night, as well as sweet memories I still cherish. However, two nights of sweet love-making had Derrick ready for some raunchy fun the next day.
We spent the morning exploring the slope above us, particularly the forested part. We hadn't seen a soul all morning. After lunch, and a brief nap in each other's arms, I packed our lunch stuff up into the pack Derrick had been carrying on his back. He stood above me, watching, and when I looked up at him he was wearing an evil grin. I knew right then I was in trouble!
When he pulled his camera out, I knew what kind of trouble. I felt hot and a bit lightheaded, but I knew my puss was dampening, too. So did Derrick.
He positioned me in front of a pine tree and told me to slowly unbutton and remove the flannel shirt I was wearing. I was a little apprehensive about being caught, but I obeyed anyway. As I unbuttoned, I revealed the creamy white slopes of my breasts and the white lace bra encasing them. I pulled the shirt out of my pants and Derrick motioned for me to throw it to him.
Next, he told me to take off my pants while he clicked away. I had to take my boots off and put them back on, so that I was standing there in my hiking boots and socks, wearing nothing but a white lace bra and matching panties. The chill in the air raised goose pimples on my skin and tightened up my nipples. Derrick noticed and motioned me to follow him to a small clearing. The sun was streaming through the trees and the first few wildflowers were blooming. It was beautiful, but Derrick said, "No, you're beautiful!"
Being in the sun was enough to keep the chill off, so I was more comfortable. Derrick posed me several different ways. I was having fun dampening my panties, watching Derrick begin to get hard, and thinking about watching the photos on his laptop, later.
I knew it was coming and still I gasped when he said to take off the bra. My hands shook as I reached behind me to undo the clasp. I shrugged my shoulders out of the straps, but held the cups to me. I pleaded with Derrick silently, but he frowned and shook his head. I let my hands fall to my sides as the bra fell to the ground. My nipples hardened again.
I looked down at my own breasts thrusting out from my chest, nipples taut, and a wave of lust whipped through me. I reached one hand down to my panties and rubbed my puss through the lace. I squeezed a nipple with the other hand. I looked up at Derrick and was gratified to see the hardness of his cock outlined in his jeans.
I started to pull my boots off so I could take my panties off when Derrick said to wait. He took a knife out of his pocket and approached me. I stilled as one quick movement to my left and one to my right took care of my panties. The scrap of lace fell away from my body.
Derrick said, "Don't worry—I'll buy you new ones."
Derrick continued taking pictures while I stood there, naked but for my boots. He told me to go back to touching myself. I squeezed my breasts and plucked my nipples. I ran my hands down my body and dipped a finger into my wetness. I spread my juices. I slid my fingers up and down, in and out of my lips. I centered the heel of my palm over my clit, grinding in a circular motion. My fingers curled up into my opening.
