“You’re too young, too innocent to see this, to have thoughts about what you’ve just seen.”
“I’ve already had these thoughts about us, many, many, many times before,” I respond, closing the last of the space between us. “I’ve been waiting for way, way, way too long for those thoughts to become something more, much, much, much more.”
Although I’m just inches from him, I’m stiff as a board, not really sure how to proceed at this point. I feel like a horse that’s been brought to water, but I don’t know how to drink. This is where my inexperience is far too evident, and although my words are able to tease, to write checks so to speak, my body’s not ready to be the one who cashes them. But if he makes a move, he knows damn well I’m ready to accept his deposit, deep inside my untouched hole.
“You should think about something else,” he shoots back, trying to get off topic but I’m not going to allow it.
“How can I, when all my thoughts are on you…when every waking moment I think of you, and every dream is of you, of us.”
“What kind of dreams?” He squares his shoulders toward mine, his resolve cracking.
“The same kind you’ve been having since you found out I was eighteen.” I reach my hand forward awkwardly, recovering quickly as I raise it to his chest.
A spark of electricity shoots through me as my fingers drag across the smooth cotton fabric that separates his pec muscle from my touch. He looks amazing in his white button down, but he’d look even more amazing with it off.
I want to know what’s underneath. Need to know if he’s tatted up, or if his skin is as pristine as mine.
“You have no idea the kind of thoughts I’ve been having about you, Destiny.”
“Why don’t you tell me? Why don’t you share a few.” I swallow hard, wanting to know what this big man thinks about when he thinks about me.
He just shakes his head from side to side.
“Do you touch yourself at home too, like I do in my room,” I say, sliding my other hand down into my panties before pulling it out and moving it to his lips.
He inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head and he gru
mbles, “Don’t. Not here. Not now.”
But it’s too late. I place my finger on his lips, the taste of my sex on his mouth, and I watch as his forearms clench, his hands shaking in real time.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“Do you want to taste me for yourself? Because I want you to. I’ve been saving myself just for you, you and you alone. This untouched body is all yours for the taking.” I pause. “Please don’t keep me waiting.”
“Don’t do this to me right now, Destiny. Not here. We need to do this right,” he says, giving in.
My heart is hammering so hard in my chest I can barely hear my own thoughts.
“We both know something amazing happened in this house two nights ago, Dylan. Since that day, that moment, I’ve been yours. Actually, I was always yours, but that was the first time you knew it just like I did.”
He nods.
“I’m legal. I have been since the moment you met me. And you know what that means. You can have me just like I want you to.”
“I’d break you in half with the need I have for you.”
“Break me in half then. I’m ready. Because I know just as soon as you did you’d put me back together…Daddy.”
It’s the first time that word has ever slipped from my lips, in any context and it freezes me. I don’t know if it’s because of the Lena Little books I’ve been devouring lately, but the word I always read in those short stories has entered my lexicon for the first time, and it just hangs there in the air.
His cheek flinches, a tick, and I hear his teeth grind together. “You know how much I want to scoop you up in my arms right now and take you away from here for good. How much I want to make you mine in all ways. How I want to take you back to my house and ravish you, protect you, and for the first time give both of us a home, a real home, not just some house consisting of four walls where we spend time out of the rain. That’s what you’d make my house the minute I carried you across the threshold, and I will carry you across that threshold. I need to act out all these thoughts I’ve been having about you, and not just for a day or a week or a month or a year. Forever. Because when I’m in I’m all in. And once I slide my thick inches inside that unbelievably sweet pussy of yours,” he pauses to lick his lips, “you’ll feel what it means when I say I’m all in. In every fucking way. I want your body, your soul. All of you, little girl.”
The title he’s given me in return has me shivering in return. I’m losing control just like he was seconds ago before he just tore off a list of promises that make me want to tear my panties off and mount him right here and now, whether he wants it to happen here or not.
“You’re so damn perfect, little one. So right for me in every way. But we can’t do this right now. I need to get to the bottom of something else first.”
“Are you sure?” I tease, reaching my tiny hand out and taking his wrist before I realize just how much bigger he really is than me. I add my other hand, grabbing both sides of his hand and place it on my stomach before sliding it into my panties.