First she brings me water and makes me hydrate, even though I don’t feel thirsty for anything but her. I let her help me take off my motorcycle jacket and shirt, careful to avoid causing more bleeding from the shallow flesh wounds. She cleans out all the dirt and gravel that got mixed in with the ice that scraped the shit out of my arm. After she applies the peroxide to my lacerated shoulder, she blows on it. A low moan rolls out of my throat at the sensation of her breath against my bare skin.
She hears me, and her eyes meet mine with something equally primal before she checks herself. She haltingly tells me I need to take off my pants so she can finish tending to my wounds. Who am I to argue? Moments later, I’m pants-less, shirtless, and helpless against her feminine wiles. As if I ever had any hope of keeping my guard up around my Millie. The most maddening, and most boner-enhancing part of all this is that she’s totally unaware she has any feminine wiles at all. Every look, every touch, from her does things to me, and she doesn’t even realize it.
“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in now, baby,” I say.
She smirks. “I guess you’d better send me to my room to think about what I’ve done. Oh, wait,” she says, a wicked grin radiating from her face. “Look where we are.”
My gaze drops down to the bed, where her hand caresses the fluffy duvet and plumps the pillows at the strange, scaled-down headboard.
“Millie, don’t play with me. I came here looking for a fight that never happened, and I’m full of pent-up testosterone. I’m so ready to spread you out, I might just do it right here on this miniature bed display.”
“My bosses will be here”—she quirks her lip and checks her phone screen—”as soon as my shift ends. So, we have the time.”
I exhale a ragged breath and claim her mouth, kissing her with increasing lust and urgency. My cock wants out, but not until I’m
certain this is what she wants.
“Are you sure this is how you want your first time to be?”
She nods and whispers, “I need you.”
“Obviously you already know there’s going to be some blood.Just tell me to stop if you want me to stop.”
She blushes and shakes her head. “Thanks, Doctor. But no need to worry about any of that. At least I don’t think so. I popped that thing ages ago with my little vibrator.”
I’m caught off guard and it must show because she laughs in between delivering sweet, sensuous kisses to my lips. So sweet and delicious, I almost forget what we’re talking about.
“Are you surprised? I said I was a virgin, not a prude. I am a woman with needs, you know.” She arches one flirtatious eyebrow at me.
And then the image of her touching herself, penetrating her own pussy—make that my pussy—with a substandard battery-operated toy instead of my dick both turns me on more than anything else in my life and makes me insanely jealous at the same time. “Holy fucking shit. You don’t have any idea how sexy you are, do you?”
She shakes her head and smooths her palm down the front of her uniform shirt. “Yeah, this uniform is super alluring, I know.”
I cup her chin with my hands, ignoring the sting caused by the pressure against the scrapes on the meat of my palm. “Everything about you makes me want you. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. You could be wearing a giant hot dog costume and still nothing would stand in my way of taking you to the nearest bed.”
She helps me unbutton her uniform shirt and I have to stare for a moment at her partially exposed bra. “A hot dog costume? Where did that come from?” She giggles.
Shaking my head, I tell her, “I don’t know. I’m amped up and not making any sense.” My eyes connect with hers. “But I do know this: you’re even more perfect in person. And I love that you sent me that picture of you. That you trusted me enough with it. I’ve been thinking of them for the past two hours. May I finally touch them?”
“Yes, of course,” she whispers, reaching back and unhooking her bra, letting the cups pop loose and nearly exposing her breasts.
I slip one strap off her shoulder and kiss the skin underneath, caressing the red spot where the strap imprinted on her tender skin. I do the same with the other strap, and we let the bra and her shirt fall away. Kissing my way across her face, back to the tender spot in front of her ear, down her neck, over her collar bone, my mouth and hands meet up at the crest of the two most beautiful mounds on earth.
My Millie moans quietly as I smooth my hand over the nipples, one way and then the other, until they are fully pebbled under my touch and ready to be teased.
She sucks in a breath as my tongue traces circles around the taut, rosy buds. My kisses deepen and her breathing shallows.
“Lie on your back and let me kiss you all over.”
“All…all over?” she asks, her voice breathy.
I trace my fingers slowly from her nipples, down her stomach until I reach the button of her uniform pants. Snapping the button open, I flatten my palm against her skin and slide my hand down between the elastic of her panties and her skin.
A soft moan escapes her.
“All. Over,” I tell her.
My lips graze the supple skin between her breasts. Her fingernails lightly scraping over the areas of my uninjured skin feels like a brush with heaven.