"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask softly.
"Like what?"
I swallow. "Like you get me."
"Maybe I do."
"But we want different things."
"You want to stay put, I want to sail away," he says as if the idea is a disappointment.
I rest my elbows on the table. "I guess I don't want to be tied down so much as I want to be tethered to something. I don't want to live with my brothers forever, that's for sure. But I don't want to leave them unless I have something to hold onto."
"You're scared of being alone? Fending for yourself?"
I nod. "Does that make me weak in your eyes?"
He gives me a half smile, then reaches for the bottom of my chair, pulling it toward him. "No, it makes you honest."
"I don't know what it would be like to be one of those women who have a support system. I've always had my brothers to look out for me, but they never really see me as a person. More like a child."
"You look all grown up to me," he says. His legs are spread wide, and my knees tuck in between them. He looks so strong sitting here, me before him.
"I feel like a woman when you look at me," I tell him.
"You're killing me," he groans.
"Then let me save you."SampsonShe looks so beautiful sitting here, her pretty pink mouth parted and her eyes so wide and open. I say I don't want to be tied down to anything or anyone, but then I look at her and it's like everything changes.
She makes me believe in the impossible and reconsider all the things I said I'd never do. For Sweetie, I'd be willing to do anything.
I don't know her. There are so many things about her that I haven't learned, but then she speaks and it's like the truth is plain to see. She's not complicated, she's not holding back. When she looks at me, when she speaks to me, she is all in. She puts it out there; her heart is on the line.
She makes me want to get off the ship and stay on shore.
"If I kiss you again," I tell her, "I'm not going to be able to stop."
"Then you'd better start," she says. She reaches up and pulls the hairband from her hair, letting the long waves fall over her shoulders. The act is rebellious and filled with desire. I understand it all too well. Pulling her to me, I breathe in her sweet vanilla shampoo, needing her to straddle my body, needing her ass in my hands, needing her arms around me.
I kiss her, hard. Our mouths collide in a crash of want, and the heat between us is electric.
"Oh, God," she moans as I deepen the kiss, my hands squeezing her nice round ass, my cock aching for her. "Thank you," she moans against my mouth. Her tongue finds mine and twirls around as the heat rises between us.
"You have nothing to thank me for, not yet."
"But soon enough I will," she says.
And she's damn right about that.
I move my hand under her sweater and her hands reach to the sky as I pull it off of her, rolling my hands over her big round tits. Pushing down the cup of her bra, I pull her pretty little nipple to my mouth. I moan, loving the way she squirms in my lap.
"I want to get you nice and wet," I tell her.
The glimmer in her eyes tells me she already is. My cock rages as I remember her squirting against me, her pretty little cunt dripping against my mouth.
I kiss her again, my hand at the base of her neck drawing her mouth closer, and she grinds against me, those pretty little hips rolling around as she dry humps my cock.
"I need more," she whimpers.
And I know she's right.
I can feel it--the heat has grown to a fucking inferno, and I pick her up and set her feet on the ground. In seconds, the both of us have stripped to practically nothing. Her pretty body is bare before me, not a single damn thing covering either of us. I run my hand up and down my growing length, memorizing the curve of her hips.
She takes off her panties, turning so that her ass is in my face as she bends over nice and slow. It’s so round and perfect.
"You better be careful with that thing," I tell her.
She giggles, looking over her shoulder, and when her eyes meet mine, neither of us can look away. I stride toward her and draw her naked body against my naked body, and I push her hand to my cock.
"Feel that, feel how hard I am for you?" I ask her.
She nods, licking her lips. "I have to suck you again, I have to suck you hard," she says dropping to her knees.