“What are you thinking?” she asks me.
“I’m thinking I want you in that bed. Now.”
“I’ve never done this,” she says, her eyes exploring mine.
“Never ever?”
“Never ever. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” she says softly. She licks her lips. Her tongue is pink.
Her innocence may not be on the surface, but I can see it now; it’s a hidden layer she wasn’t showing right away, but now that it’s come out, I understand. She is tough on the outside. Soft in the center. And fuck, she’s a virgin.
“I don’t want to press you to do anything you’re not ready to do. We just met. We don’t need to have sex the first night.”
Her hands press to my chest, fingering the buttons of my flannel shirt. She’s licking her lips again. My cock is hard as a rock.
I want her in ways she doesn’t even understand. “What if we just start something and see where it takes us?” she asks, her voice lifting at the end, trying to see where I might go with this.
She has no fucking clue that I will go wherever she wants to take me. Including to the ends of the goddamn earth, because I like her. I like her one hell of a lot. Abby is the kind of girl you fall for. Hard.
This girl with a blind dog who’s come in on a fucking train, rolling into my life in a way I was not at all prepared for.
But I’ve been playing it safe for years, doing what everyone expects – running the family store, showing up for Sunday dinner. When’s the last time I had real fun? When’s the last time I went for it? I’ve been waiting for perfection but what if the present really is perfect?
I run my hands over the hem of her shirt, lifting it up over her head. The bandage on her arm makes me wince.
“I hate that this happened to you,'' I say, running my fingers over the gauze.
“I hate that it did too,” she says, giving me a half smile. “But look, right now, here we are. In this room. Together. I would’ve never imagined this.”
Hijinx walks into the room, and he stumbles a bit until he curls up on the carpet next to the bed.
I run my hands over her bare back. “You okay?” I ask, my fingers on the clasp of her bra. She nods as she begins to unbutton my shirt.
I unclasp her bra, setting it on my bed then taking in the view of her naked chest.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “I mean really fucking gorgeous.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she shakes her head. “Stop it.”
I kiss her cheek, her ears, her mouth. “You don’t believe me?” I turn her around to face the mirror over my dresser. I wrap my arms around her belly, holding her tight. With her back to my chest, I know she can feel my cock against her ass, and I like that. I want her to feel my length, my desire.
She presses her ass tighter against me, leaning her head back against my chest as she takes us in through the mirror.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
“I love what I see,” she says softly. “You and me, together… a perfect pair.”
I turn her around so she’s facing me, and I kiss her again. Hungry this time. Desperate. Massaging her breasts with a need she understands.
I want her desperately. I lower my mouth to her breast, her nipple against my tongue. I twirl it in my mouth, sucking her tits.
She moans against me, her hands in my hair, her need mounting as I draw her to the bed, careful of the wound on her arm but wanting so much to taste every inch of her body.
“Show me what it means to be taken by a real man?” she asks me.
I’m not sure if she’s ready for everything but she’s ready for something. I unzip her jeans and I tug them past her hips, shove her panties off too.
“I don’t want to scare you, but I want you to know how badly I want to taste you. I want to lick you up and down, Abby. I want your creamy cunt against my mouth. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She nods. “I want that too. I think I’ve had a stressful enough day. So an orgasm sounds pretty delicious.”
I chuckle at her candor, her confidence. And then I take in that pussy. Because fuck – it’s pink and tight, and damn…
Now that is perfection.
I spread her knees and I dip my mouth to her entrance, running my tongue over her sweet folds. “Just lie back and relax,” I say. “Like you said, you’ve had a stressful enough day. How about you just enjoy yourself. Consider this your real welcome home gift.”