The soil of a man's heart is stonier

You met him the second day here, and you asked him for directions. He seemed a mess with you asking him anything, and you worried maybe you had made the wrong choice. He was quick to apologize for being standoffish and eagerly showed you around. Harold made you laugh the entire time, showing you places that others probably had never seen before. He made you feel so light and happy. So for this reason alone, you didn’t want to leave Ogunquit just yet.

This blooming friendship caught fire and it erupted in a flame completely. The first week you were here, you knew you were into Harold. You two hung out in dive bars, listening to punk and grunge bands play, and the liquor gave him courage. Then one night, he kissed you. You didn’t pull away. 

It didn’t take long for you to truly fall for him either. He read poetry to you(sometimes his own), you two walked barefoot in the warm sand at night after sunset, and he made you feel like a loved and desired human being. On his side of things, Harold never felt anything quite like this.

Fran Goldsmith who?

He was head over heels for you. You had made yourself very clear from the get go, reminding him you weren’t meant to stay in this town. But the more you stayed, the more you made excuses as to why your stay was extended. Eventually, people caught on when they saw you with Harold. They found it sweet that he had found someone to get along with.

You two had shared his bed often, and you were just staying the night in Harold’s one bedroom apartment more often than you were staying in the little inn by the sea. So he just suggested you stay with him, and that sure made things easier. Harold became your true lover, and you knew you couldn’t leave Ogunquit even if you tried.

One day, you and Harold drive down the coastline to find somewhere just to be yourselves. Alone and private. A cooler sits in the backseat of your jeep. There’s soft indie music playing on your tape player in the car. Harold has a book of intimate poetry with him. And you find the perfect little piece of beach to be alone on.

It’s a beautiful day, and it feels like you two are the only two on earth. Harold blushes when you strip down completely nude, but he follows suit. The water feels heavenly on your bodies as you swim out. 

He holds you in his arms, keeping you close. The way the sun shines on your face makes you look like an angel, and Harold is so sure that you are indeed an angel. The way you always make him feel loved has him convinced you are not of this earth.

The two of you swim for some time before climbing onto the blanket that has been warmed by the sun that lies on the sand. He feeds you grapes and chilled wine while he reads poetry all about sex and love. You listen attentively, loving the way his voice takes on a deeper tone whenever he’s talking about this subject matter.

It doesn’t take long for your lips to meet, and even less long for you two to begin making out. The breeze makes the air on your body stand on end, or was that Harold’s sweet caresses? You couldn’t quite tell. It feels like you were always meant to be in his embrace.

You push him down and straddle him. His cheeks burn when he realizes what this means. It’s not like he doesn’t want to do it, but he does wonder if anyone will come by this way and see the two of you.

“We’re really going to fuck here?” his voice cracks. “What if someone sees us?”

You tenderly caress his cheeks. “It’s okay. We’re alone.”

He loves the way you always seem to quiet his insecurities and his troubles. Your lips feel so good on his, and your pussy is already so wet and hot. Harold can easily slide two of his fingers into you, wanting nothing more than to prep for his cock. He brings you to orgasm with ease, knowing all the spots to stimulate.

And then he flips you over, bringing your legs to rest on his hips. He slides into you, moaning your name as your walls flutter around him so perfectly. If he could pick a moment to stay in forever, this would be the one he would choose. The way you look up at him with those eyes so full of love, so full of desire.

Harold grunts as he begins to rock his hips. All fear of being caught has gone with the summer breeze. All that matters right now is you and him, and you’re both in this moment together. His lips find yours as he begins to fuck you a bit harder, and you moan his name so perfectly. 

The pace he’s set has you both on edge so fast. You cling to him, rocking your hips to match his movements. The way you keep mewling his name has him nearly coming undone. He’s controlling his pace, but it’s difficult. He reaches between you both, rubbing your swollen clit in firm circles.

“Let go for me, beautiful.”

Your eyes screw shut and you cry out his name to the ocean and the air. Your body is suspended in pure euphoria, and nothing could ever compare to this. Harold finishes soon after, painting your insides white. He holds onto you, grunting and gasping as the pleasure takes hold of him completely.

And then the two of you come down from the most blissful high you’ve ever had. He kisses you sweetly, cupping your cheeks. He’s on an entirely different level of love and affection and he’s never had this before.

“You have my heart, sweetheart. You have it.”

You smile and kiss him. “I won’t break it. I promise.”

Harold smiles, and it’s a genuine smile. He presses kisses all over your face, staying buried inside of you. He doesn’t want this moment to end too soon.

“I’m staying, Harold. I want to stay in Ogunquit. Can I stay with you?” Your heart is pounding in your chest.

He captures your lips in a sweet kiss. “You can always stay with me.”

Your hands rest on his chest, and while Billy wants to take it further, he has something special planned for you. With one more kiss, he presses his forehead against yours and caresses your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Can you wait another week, my angel? I have something planned and I just want it all to go just right.”

He parts ways after you agree to waiting. Just one week, and you’ll have your first time with your lover. He gives you a tight hug, holding you in his arms before making sure you get inside the house okay.

And for the entirety of that week, nothing else is on your mind but Billy. You don’t see much of him, but the two of you still spend time talking on the phone. And then when Friday night rolls around, you spend your day dolling yourself up for the man you love most.

He picks you up around seven p.m., and he drives you around town. You two stop at the local diner to have a bite to eat. It’s all a bit over the top romantic, but you know that Billy put a lot of energy and effort into all of this. You relax and enjoy being pampered and adored by him.

When he brings you back to his place, he tells you with a smirk on his face that you’ve got the place to yourselves. He opens your car door, holding out his hand. The romance doesn’t end just because the date is at its climax.

Inside his bedroom, he puts on a record and lights a few candles. It smells like roses and vanilla in the bedroom. The sheets are soft as you lay back. Billy captures your lips with his as he shrugs off his jacket and kicks off his shoes.

“If you need me to stop, just say the word. I want you to feel comfortable.” His tone is firm.

You look up at him and smile. “I’m safe with you.”

He smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss you deeply once more. His hands reach for yours, intertwining your fingers together and pinning your hands above your head gently. It feels like it’s hours of just kissing and enjoying each other’s closeness. Then slowly, Billy begins to undress you.

“This still okay, angel?”

You smile softly and nod. “It’s so perfect, Billy.”

He can’t hide the pink on his cheeks. Yes, it’s your first time…but it’s also Billy’s. He’s read things in magazines and books, and he has the gist of it. But he’s still nervous too. The thing he doesn’t want to do is bring you any kind of pain.

His eyes widen when he sees you bare. Your body is so soft and so inviting, and he can’t help but begin to press kisses all over. You thread your fingers through his hair, earning a grunt from the beautiful man who’s completely invested in making you feel so good.

His large hands spread your thighs and he smirks as he pulls down your panties. There’s an obvious damp spot on them, and he brings it up to his nose to get a heady whiff of your scent. He growls before leaning in to begin lapping at you. You gasp as his tongue glides between your folds, swirling around your swollen clit before he presses a kiss to the bud.

“You taste amazing,” Billy’s voice has taken on a husky tone now.

He can’t help himself. He dives back in, licking and sucking until you’re shuddering beneath him. The way your thighs keep trying to clench around his face. When you look down at him, you nearly fall off the edge. Billy looks so angelic, despite the sinful act he’s performing. His eyes are glazed over as his tongue slides over and over your slit, and his cheeks are pink.

“I–fuck…I’m gonna cum.”

He smirks before bringing one of his fingers to your tight entrance. Slowly, he pushes it in and continues his ministrations on your clit. You whine his name as he begins to finger you in time with the movements of his mouth. Within seconds, you’re right there on the edge, panting and moaning his name.

It’s like a blinding light hits you dead on, and your body turns into a puddle of euphoria. You whine his name as he continues to stimulate you through each little wave of pleasure. Eventually, he presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling away. He rests his head on your thigh as he continues to finger you.

You’re overstimulated slightly, but it all feels so good. You’re in heaven to have this man making you feel this way. He continues to open you up softly, occasionally looking up to make sure you’re not in any pain.

“I’m ready, baby.” You run your fingers through his soft, but mussed up hair.

Billy pulls away from you, reaching for the box on the bedside table. You get a glimpse of his muscles in the candlelight as he strips himself completely. And with one foil packet in hand, he joins you on the bed once more. He kisses you deeply, his hands coming up to massage your breasts.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, or it hurts, just tell me, okay?”

You smile against his lips. “I promise I will.”

He rolls the condom on his red-tipped and leaking cock, grunting softly as he presses the head of it to your little hole. You both look down as he slowly pushes into you, and Billy knows he’s done for.

The sight of your tiny hole stretching open just for him, accommodating his size, it’s almost too much. But then he feels the fluttering of your walls, and he’s trying so hard to last longer. He doesn’t want this to end so soon. So the minute he’s bottomed out and fully seated inside of you, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispers before kissing you.

His hips start to rock slowly, and you’re both moaning as the pleasure begins to increase. You don’t feel any pain or discomfort, all you can feel is the connection and love that you and Billy share. For this sweet moment, the two of you are basking in your emotions for one another.

He bites his lower lip and tries to stifle his moans, but you eagerly coax him to be as loud as he needs to be. He throws his head back and whines as he picks up his pace. The constant fluttering of your walls, the way you’re moaning his name, and your hands on his body…oh it’s all too much. Soon, Billy feels the tightening of his balls and he eagerly reaches between the two of you to rub your clit.

“Come for me, beautiful.” He whines.

You cry out as the coil in your stomach snaps. Billy follows you over the edge with a sweet moan of your name, filling the condom with his cum. Slowly, he stills to a stop and leans in to kiss you.

“You alright?” He asks, panting softly.

“I’m more than alright, Billy.”

He smiles before pulling out slowly. He ties off the condom and goes to dispose of it. Then when he returns to the bed, he holds you close in his arms. For that very moment, there’s nothing more than just you and him.