“So if I’m honest with you… I have had a fantasy or two where I…” I pause, wondering if what I’m about to say is too vulgar. We’re only just starting and I don’t want to scare her away.
“What? Say it. What fantasy did you have?” Her breath creaks when she speaks as though she’s nervous for my answer.
“Well, it’s dirty, so…”
She bites her bottom lip and takes another sip of wine. “I want to know.”
I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly, my cock now rock fucking hard as I stare back at her. “Well, I have this fantasy where I undress you slowly, kiss you everywhere, then bend you over and claim you, making you mine, giving you my babies.”
She swallows hard. “Oh. Really?”
I nod, my eyes never leaving the heat of hers. “You’re perfect, every inch of you. I want to hold you against me until forever burns away and there’s nothing left. That’s what I think about. That, and how fucking dumb I’ve been not to tell you it sooner.”
She hitches in a deep breath and sighs. “I think about that too. And if it’s any consolation, I like that you’re older. It makes me feel safe.”
I step from the truck and stand looking down at her. “We don’t have to go slow,” I say, resting her face in my palm. “We can move as fast as you’d like.”
Her gaze meets mine like the emerald shores of some Irish cliff I’ve never been to. Then all at once, she leans into me, sinking her lips against mine as her long fingers tangle through my hair. She smells of vanilla and cinnamon and she’s softer than anything I’ve ever felt against my skin. The world around us stops. The wind, the birds, the sun… nothing else exists. It’s just us, and the longer we kiss, the more I lose myself in a story I know I’ll tell a million times over. The first time I kissed the most beautiful woman in the world. The first time I kissed the woman I knew I was going to fall in love with.
Chapter Five
Josie
I’ve always considered myself a modest person. I wear high cut tops, I wear dresses below the knee, and I’ve saved myself sexually for the right person. It’s not religious or anything like that. It’s a personal choice, made with my future husband in mind. There’s something about the thought of giving myself to him fully that makes me happy.At least it did.Right now, I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and my pussy is throbbing with a need I can barely control. Wyatt does that to me. He’s done that to me since we first looked at each other, and he’s done that to me every day since.
“Should I slow down?” he groans in my ear, sending a tickle of heat down the back of my neck and into my groin.
“No,” I pant, desperate for his touch.
He kisses the arch of my neck and works his way back up to my ear with wet, hot, heat. “If you knew the things, I’ve been thinking about you, you’d probably say different.”
His statement should scare me away, but it only ignites me hotter. I got a taste of what he was thinking a few minutes ago. Knowing he thinks more of that has my panties dripping wet with need.
That said, I should tell him I’m a virgin, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t even want him to slow down. I want him to keep everything just the way it is. And when a low rumble emanates from his chest as he kisses my mouth, I know I have to have him.All of him.
He smells like cedar and a warm spice I can’t define, and his hair is tousled back like he was in a hurry when he got out of the shower.
My tongue dances with his and though we’re taking our time to explore each other’s touch, my hands won’t stop aching for more of him. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he lifts me on top of him. I straddle his lap and lean into his kiss. His hard cock lays inside his jeans, trapped. I should free him, let him have his way with me. I’m desperate for him, for whatever comes next.
“I should stop,” he rumbles. “I need you too bad right now.” My clit is aching. His voice rasps when he talks, his hands still gripping fistfuls of my dress as though he won’t be able to stop.
“What if I don’t want you to? What if I want you to keep going? What if I want you to fill me up and make me yours?” My voice is soft and sultry, and I wonder if I’ve been possessed by someone else. Maybe Ms. Beaux has powers she doesn’t know about.
He growls low and grips me tighter. “I hadn’t imagined you were so spicy. I figured you were a sweet girl in the bakery.”
“I am,” I say, ever so sweetly. “I’m sweet as pie. I just can’t stop thinking about you driving that hard cock into me.”
His eyes flare and I watch as he’s tipped over the edge of reasonable thought. From here on out, I’ll be speaking straight to his cock… and I’m okay with that.
My clit throbs as I reach down and lift my dress over my head, exposing pale white breasts and light pink nipples. His eyes flicker with need and he pulls me in closer.
“Fuck,” he growls, kissing my forehead. “Are you sure you want this? I don’t have much reserve left in me.”
I nod, rocking back and forth, desperate for his cock. “I want you to take my virginity, Wyatt. Please. Make me feel good.”
His face goes blank and then white as a sheet. “Your virginity?”
“Please don’t overthink it. I’m only telling you because I’m not sure if it’s going to hurt or what and I just need you to take it slow, but I still want you. I want you so bad.” There’s an ache in my voice as I speak.