“If you come home early I will,” I say, out of breath. I hesitate when I hear someone clear their throat. I turn to see Rita standing there. Reed doesn’t bother to put me down.
“Rita,” he greets her. I bite my lip, not sure what to say.
“I’m going to start dinner.”
“Not tonight. I have other plans. You can go home early if you like.”
She gives us a smile. “I think I’ll do that.” She turns, heading back toward the kitchen.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“Nothing to be sorry for. Told you I want to come home like this every day.” He carries me down the hallway into his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, caging me under him.
“I missed you.” I pull him down for a kiss. He gives me what I want, his mouth meeting mine. I pull at his clothes, wanting to feel us skin to skin.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you. So I figured why only think about you when I could just go home and have you.” His mouth comes down on mine again. I moan, raising my hips to get friction.
“Reed, I need more.”
He stares down at me. That same look he gives me when I push his cum deep inside of me. I try to tell him with my eyes that I’m ready. That I want him. That there is nothing that he could do that would ever change my mind.
“I can’t stop.”
“I’m not asking you to. I want this.” He’s worried that I’ll regret this. I won’t. I’ve been his my whole life. “I want my first time to be special. I know you’ll give that to me.”
He closes his eyes, looking almost pained. “I love you. I want you to know that. I’ve always loved you.”
My heart flutters. I hope he doesn’t mean he loves me like I love Carly. The way he’s looking at me leads me to believe he loves me like I love him.
“I love you too.”
He gives me a smile that changes his own face. My eyes sting with tears. One slips free.
“Babe. Don’t cry.” He kisses the tear, stopping it in its tracks.
“I’m just happy,” I tell him.
“Me too.”
I pull him down to me. My mouth meets his as our tongues tangle. The kiss is soft and sweet, making me want to cry more. I knew he’d make this moment everything I could have dreamed of.
I pull at his shirt, freeing it from his pants.
“Let me.” His mouth leaves mine as he stands beside the bed taking his clothes off. I know I’ve seen every part of him, had his cock in my mouth, but this feels different. I lick my lips, sitting up as I pull the dress over my head.
“No panties again.” He puts a hand down on the bed. The other wraps around my ankle.
“I didn’t leave the house. So I didn’t break any rules.” I smirk. Not that I’m always going to do that. I enjoyed his punishment last time.
“You’re my good girl today?” His words go straight to my sex. I try and squeeze my legs together, but he doesn’t let me. “You’re mine now. No closing your legs. When I want you you’ll spread those thighs for me. I’ve waited a long time for this.”
“How long?”
He lets go of my ankle. His hands slide up my legs. The throb between my legs grows. This is really happening tonight. He is finally going to be mine.
“There has only been you.”
My breath catches. No, that can’t be possible. Then again, I’ve never seen him with anyone. Never heard of him with anyone. Except that one girl he’d made up. Still I want to hear him say it.
“You’ve never been with anyone?”
“Is that so hard to believe? You haven’t either.”
“The way you talk. How you touch me and the things you do I just-” I trail off.
“Thought I’ve done this before,” he says for me. I nod my head. “I didn’t know I’d be this way either. You pull it out of me.” His eyes travel down my body to between my legs.
“Reed.” I wiggle under his gaze, my clit starting to throb. My need for him is at the point of being unbearable. Even though I’ve waited for him for so many years, I can’t wait another second.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He spreads my thighs more making room for himself. “I’ve got to get you ready to take me.”
“I think I’m ready now.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “I love how much you want this, but I have to be sure. I never want to hurt you,” he says before his tongue circles my clit. I fall back into the bed as his mouth gives me the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt.
He slips a finger inside of me, working it in and out before he adds another.