She’s too young for me. Maybe that should stop me and it would in normal circumstances. This isn’t one of them. This is a once in a lifetime thing and I knew it as soon as our eyes met and she drowned me into her.
And it still feels like she’s keeping me below the surface, with her hand firmly on my neck. She’s been the boss of me for a good while now, but I’ll let her repay me. And I’ll be selfish, endlessly milk that perfect little body until I’m satiated and then some.
I back off a little when she walks down a small hill then walks into a craftsman’s house. It’s one story high, extra small with a yellow façade and a porch made out of bricks.
She practically still lives in the forest even if there’s a street nearby. There’s no neighbors around, not this far up and I walk down the hill, stopping in front of her home.
I’m about to go and knock on her door when I notice her move through the windows and I do a deep swallow. She doesn’t notice me, carelessly shimmying out of her shorts and her top and she throws them on a pile on the floor.
I should look away.Look away, pervert.
But I can’t and I even lean against one of the beams on her porch, thinking about how she needs a bigger house with windows higher up so that she can freely run around naked. She’s still wearing her underwear, sleek black panties and a sleek pink bra, like she’s both naughty and nice.
If she takes them off too, I’ll come right here on her damn porch and I don’t know how I’ll explain that away. But she doesn’t take them off, instead she puts on a t-shirt dress but no shoes. Good, so she’s not going anywhere.
Raising my head I knock on the door and everything goes silent inside of her house. Dead silent. Is she really going to pretend she’s not home? I wait patiently. Until my patience runs out.
“Raye, I know you’re in there,” I say and she lets out a dampened squeak like I’ve startled her.
Her voice comes out flighty and high. “W...who is it?”
Your future husband.
“Trent West. The firefighter.”
There’s a pause, like she’s thinking of what to say.
“Oh...uh, there’s no fire here. There must’ve been a mistake.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I blurt, “You can relax. I’m not here to hassle you.”
That’s when she finally opens the door and she raises a brow. “Promise?”
I swallow because her “dress” is so short, I can see the little v shaped space below her pussy where her thighs touch. “Promise.”
Something challenging flicks in her eyes and she licks lips that I can’t wait to lick with my own tongue. Her mouth looks like it tastes mellow. The kind of mouth that can make a man forgive any wrongdoing.
“Why are you here then?” she asks, still a little suspicious and fuck, she’s making a grown man sweat bullets.
Holding my palms up to her in a I’m harmless gesture I rasp, “I want you to go out with me.”
I don’t know why I expected her to jump all over me. Maybe all that praise of hers got to my head a little, blew me up more than what’s practical but I can almost feel it deflating at her hesitation.
It’s true what they say. Sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down.
She swings a little with the door, looking thoughtful. “As in a walk in the forest?”
Putting my fist in front of my mouth I try not to chuckle but she notices my shoulders shaking and her brows knot, like she’s offended. “As in a date,” I manage to get out. “You and me, maybe dinner or maybe you’d want...”
“No.”
That word coming out of her mouth makes me feel like my skins been flayed and I touch my arms underneath my jacket, just to make sure that it’s still there.
“What do you mean no?” I ask carefully, a pulse starting to pick up in my jaw and I toss my head to the side to get it to stop. I’m already getting too worked up and I try to focus on her endless eyes to center myself.
She pinches a perfect, rosebud mouth. “What I said. I don’t want to date you.”
Hell, she knows how to rip off a man’s ego.