“I remember everything about you,” he goes on, “and I just want you to know you are the most important thing in my life. I want the entire world to know that I'm completely in love with you, and I'll be the luckiest man alive if you'll agree to be with me. I’m not worthy of you, Penny.” His eyes blaze at me through the window, “But I'll damn sure do my best to be anything that you need and prove myself to you. Just give me a chance, honey.”
Joey finally stops talking and lowers the mic, never taking his eyes off me. He’s holding my gaze captive through the window. I hear the crowd oohing and ahhing and see some of my old classmates fawning and swooning at the romanticism of his gesture.
None of them are acting like it's bad for him to be saying these things to me. No, instead everyone is looking at me with bated breath to see if I'm going to accept his heartfelt proposal for what it is.
The truth.
I feel the ice I've been trying to build up around my heart thaw and then break free in a rush of warmth. Joey isn’t ashamed of me. It was just my own insecurities keeping us apart. I’ve been such a fool…
Joey knows me so well. He reads my answer on my face through the window before I ever voice it.
He starts bridging the distance between us as I fumble to open the window. As soon as I push it open, he leaps through it and captures my mouth in a kiss.
I vaguely hear the cheers of all the onlookers before Joey firmly closes the window and pulls the curtain to, and then I forget about everyone in the parking lot. It's just me and him.
He kisses me hungrily and runs his hands all over my body like it's been years instead of days since he’s seen me. “Don't ever do that to me again, honey. Don't keep yourself from me. Swear to god I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I can't be parted from you that way.”
His eyes are wild as he presses his forehead to mine as if he's trying to soak me in through our skin.
“I won't,” I promise him breathlessly, humbled by his need for me. He’s still running his hands up and down my body.
He starts pulling up my clothing, and I let him undress me until I'm standing in front of him in nothing more than a pair of simple cotton panties.
My cheeks heat as I admit, “Joey I've never…”
“I know,” he cuts me off by cupping my face and gazing down at me tenderly. “I’m a virgin too.”
My eyes widen. He chuckles at the look on my face. “I told you, Penny, when I saw you, you were it for me. I've been saving myself for you. Just like you've been saving yourself for me.”
Tears spring to my eyes, and then his lips are on me again. This time they're suckling my naked breasts, and I'm arching into him, giving over to the sensations flooding through my body.
His fingers pet me through my panties, and moisture dampens the fabric until they’re completely wet.
“Don't worry, honey,” he whispers in my ear, “Daddy’s going to take care of that for you.”
I shudder at the way he calls himself “daddy.” It's so wrong yet so right.
He shucks off his pants and lifts me up in his arms, carrying me over to my bed where he lays me gently down on it, and then I feel the huge length of him pressing into me.
I bite my lip at the invasion, and he slows down. “I don't want to hurt you, baby.”
I shake my head at him and urge him on. “It's okay. I want this.”
Joey groans as he continues to push into me excruciatingly slowly.
“Take me, Daddy,” I beg him.
That causes him to snap. He makes a strangled sound and punches his hips forward, claiming me fully.
I feel the sting of my virginity tearing, but I revel in it because it means that I'm finally fully his. Joey gathers me close to his chest and sits still for a while, his chest heaving up and down like he’s just run a marathon. His entire body is trembling on top of me, and I feel myself clench around him.
He groans into my hair, “Fuck, honey, I know what that sweet little pussy needs, but I can't move yet. If I do, this will be over with before it ever even begins.”
My entire body is buzzing, and more moisture is flooding between my thighs as I enjoy the way Joey strokes his hands up and down my back and whispers words of love in my ear.
When he finally gets control of himself, he starts to move in and out of me gently and slowly at first and then picking up pace, the friction becoming more intense until I feel that pressure building deeper than ever inside me.
“Joey,” I moan his name.