“No. No. It’s not like I’ve dreamed of becoming Edward Wong since I was a child or anything.”
“Who?” She covers her full mouth as she speaks. I breathe a laugh before shaking my head.
“You’ll see. They’re a genius.” She narrows her eyes at my response before pressing play and reaching for a peanut butter-loaded fry.
“It’s a weird combo, by the way.” I grab one anyway, and she glares at me.
“Mine.” She raises her brows, and I shake my head.
“Technically… mine.”
“These wouldn’t exist without my genius.”
“I don’t deny that you’re a genius.”
“Good.” She gives me a side-eyes smirk that makes me nervous. She’s probably the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s just in my bed with me, watching one of the greatest anime ever made, surrounded by a thousand candles. You know, the candles, I could really do without. But she seems to appreciate it. I’ll ignore my urge to blow them all out.
The show begins, and I reach for another fry. This time she doesn’t say a word. Only scoots them closer. I enjoy these. They’ve got spicy peppers, onions, and tomatoes with hot peanut butter over the top. I focus on the show, I try to, anyway. But I keep finding myself entranced by Scout’s beauty.
She’s all-in with this show, completely invested. I love watching her this way, content, all the cogs turning in her brain as she focuses intently on something. After the first episode ends, I pause to ask her what she thinks. I already know the answer, but I want to hear her admit it.
“You love it?”
“I really like it.”
“I knew you would.”
“Okay, so you’re right for once. Don’t get all cocky on me.”
“Hey, getting a little cocky might actually help me, you know?”
“How so?” She leans back against the pillow with a grin. And I toggle between her enchanting eyes. The depth behind them is like an entire universe I want to explore. Her grin deepens, and so does my longing for her. Slowly I lean in, and her grin fades when she realizes I’m no longer joking with her. Her curly lashes bat at me for a moment, and then I kiss her before I can think about anything else.
She immediately reaches for me, clinging to my body like she needs me. I do the same, tracing the length of her small frame with both my hands until they stop at her hips. I pull them closer until she wraps her legs around my waist. There’s nothing quite like this, nothing I’ve experienced before and sure as hell won’t experience again.
The connection we have is so deep it feels impossible, but it only makes me want her more. Her beauty is unmatchable, and now she’s kissing me back, tugging at me, wanting everything I have to offer. It would be rude to say no now. Not that I would dream of saying no to her.
I kiss gently down her neck as I hold her steady. She lets out a soft breath as I do this, and I feel myself grow hard at the sound of her pleasure. I pull away as I near the few opened buttons of her shirt.
“Hey.” I lift my head, placing my forehead to hers.
“Hi.” She bites her bottom lip, looking at mine before reaching my eyes.
“Do you want this?” She nods quietly, kissing my lips gently. I kiss her back, but only for a moment, before pulling away again. Her brows furrow up at me as I really look into her eyes this time. “I need to hear you say it,” I whisper, trailing a finger gently down to her collar bone. My fingers pause when they reach the buttons of her shirt. She reaches up to my cheeks, cupping them and shifting her gaze between my eyes.
“I want you.” She whispers sincerely. “I want this.” With her words as permission, I kiss down her neck, beginning to unbutton her shirt until it’s stopped at her bust. Her breathing picks up as I lightly caress her breasts with my hands, admiring them. They’re phenomenal, perky, and petite while still fitting in the palms of my hands. I’m growing hard just by looking at them. I kiss down towards them, and the bumps on her soft skin rise at my touch.
As I make my way up her neck, she pushes me onto my back, straddling me. I feel my cock through the thin material of my slacks and her thong, pressing against her opening. She lightly grinds on it as I hold her hips. Something about seeing her above me like this, open shirt, bra out, breasts exposed, skin glowing in the candlelight--it makes me feel as though every other woman that I ever thought about this way, was nothing in comparison to Scout Summers.
She drops, and I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she falls into another kiss. Her lips are so soft, so eager for me, and I think mine is the same for her. The aching hardness of my cock only intensifies as her breasts rub against my chest, but I want us to take our time. She's going to need it since this is her first time. I want it to be everything she could have imagined and more.
As our kiss deepens, I slowly pull off her shirt, one sleeve at a time. She helps me, moving an arm here and there as we continue to kiss. I toss it to the floor when it's off completely and kiss down her neck once more, feeling every area of her warm body with mine.
I sit up with her still on me, and she wraps her legs around my hips, kissing down my neck and trailing down my abs with her fingertips. Every time she does this, I feel my body grow in hunger for her. It has been hungry for her for a while, but this deeply intensifies it. She smiles into another kiss when she can tell what her touches do to me.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I whisper into her mouth, and she breathes a laugh.
“Glad you are too.” She reaches down towards my cock, lightly grazing her hand up my thigh from behind her. A quick breath escapes from my mouth, and she grabs my hand, placing it on the back of her bra. She doesn’t have to do anything to imply this twice. I quickly fight with her bra and unhook it as she nervously bites her lip.