I’d been seeing Marcus for a few months, and we were taking our first weekend trip together to the Texas Hill Country. We’d rented a multi-level cabin with a few friends built into a hill right on the bank of the Frio river. When we walked in a couple of our friends had already arrived and were choosing their room and unpacking. Marcus took my hand and led me to the kitchen at the back of the house, which had panoramic views of the river. I thought we’d start with a few drinks, but he turned to me, pinning me against the kitchen counter with his hips. “I can’t wait, I need to fuck you right now”, he said as he picked me up, sitting me on the counter.
I’d never seen him like this before. He grabbed me by my waist, put me up on the counter, and flipped my denim skirt up, revealing the cute magenta lacy thong I’d intentionally worn. I looked at him as he was looking down between my thighs and pulling my panties to the side. I was already wet and felt my clit throbbing with eagerness for his touch. A smile crossed his face as he ran his thumb across my clit.