Her arousal still lingers on my beard, but I need a fix. I want her to know that what happened in the hotel room was it for me. But, I also don’t want to scare the shit out of her either. I’m keeping her either way, it’s just a matter of how quickly she can acclimate to the idea that she belongs to me now.
She belongs here and I’m never letting her go.
“What do you want for Christmas?” I ask as she pins her eyes to mine and my dick hardens.
She shrugs. “I quit wanting things for Christmas a long time ago. Besides, Christmas is over.”
“Not in my world. Remember.”
“Sure. Yes, sorry I forgot.”
I want to kill anyone that took away her joy, but right now what I want to do more is to bring it back.
“I know what I want.” I clear my throat and walk across the wood floor, and cup her soft cheeks in my rough palms.
“Let me guess…” She twists her lips back and forth like she’s thinking hard. “A pony? No! I’ve got it, Red Rider BB gun? No! A PS5?”
“I want you, Bria. I can’t explain it, but I need you.”
She shifts on her feet and from what I could see through her tight red stretch leggings, she’s not wearing any panties.
“Martel,” she starts, her voice hinting at doubt. “This is all crazy though. Isn’t it? I feel like some Alice in Wonderland tale and a late Hallmark Christmas movie had a love child and here we are. I don’t even know how old you are. If you like coffee or not. Because, seriously, I don’t know if I could be with someone that doesn’t like coffee. And waffles! What if you don’t even like waffles?” She shakes her head and she’s playing, but she’s serious as well.
“I’m thirty-nine. I drink coffee from the time I wake up until I go to bed. I have a waffle maker in the cabinet, it was my grandmother’s, but I’ve not had the stones to put it to use. She made me waffles almost every morning, right here in that kitchen, whenever I would visit. What else do you need to know? I’ll answer any question you have. Just realize, I already can’t imagine life without you. And once you give all of yourself to me? There’s no undoing this.”
Her dark eyes search my face, and there’s a flicker within them, a sparkle of understanding. “I feel like I’ve woken up from a coma. Like, since I walked into work yesterday and you were standing there, everything before that moment doesn’t feel real. You know?”
“Yes, Snowflake, I feel the same.”
“And, I mean, I have things I want to do. I want to go to design school. I want to create and own my own shop someday. I have dreams that you don’t even know about. Maybe my dreams don’t work with your dreams.”
“Your dreams are my dreams. I’m all in. I’m going to take that sweet cherry you’ve saved for me, Bria, and you’ll be mine forever. Then, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making all your dreams come true.”
“This is insane.” She flutters her sexy lashes but what I don’t hear is her saying no, that she doesn’t want what I want and it’s time to seal this deal. For a second I hold my breath when she steps back from me, and I wonder if she’s about to try to walk out, but as I watch her work her way toward the hallway, she reaches down and pulls the hem of her tank top up and over her head, looking at me over her shoulder. “But, maybe a little crazy is just what I need in my life.”
I bolt in her direction, scooping her teasing ass up and carrying her, caveman style, over my shoulder and only put her down when we are in my bedroom.
I reach down and pull her leggings off, tearing them from her skin then standing there admiring her sweet, young flesh.
Her arousal is dancing in the air around me and I need another taste of her before I claim all of her once and for all.
“Turn around. March your sweet ass over to that bed, get on it on your hands and knees, head down, ass up, then reach around and pull yourself apart for me. I want to see everything you’ve saved just for me.”
“You’re pretty bossy sometimes.” Her eyes darken as her cheeks turn pink.
I reach around and give her luscious ass a hard slap, making her stick out that bottom lip like she likes to do, and I answer her pout with another slap on the other ass cheek.
“March.” I flick my head toward the bed as she gives me a bratty poke of her tongue between her lips, but she spins and follows my instructions to the letter, making my erection throb painfully, but I need my mouth on her once more before my dick pops her cherry.