“So you want to get married. That's what you’re telling me on our first date?” I ask with a smile.
She laughs, running a hand over my bare chest, inching closer to me on the bed, and then wordlessly hooking her right leg over mine
“I mean, I'm not opposed to it.” She smiles. “But no, I'm not asking for a proposal on our first date. I would, however, like to take this further than a kiss because we're here alone, and that doesn't happen every day for me.”
“You don't live by yourself?”
“Oh, I do,” she tells me. “But the town of Home, Washington, is very small. My neighbor Mary is friends with my mom... Basically, everyone knows who comes and goes. Where did you live before this?” she asks.
“I lived in Seattle.”
“Exactly. That's a city with thousands of people. In Home, everyone knows each other. I've grown up with everyone who lives there. I can't exactly go on Tinder and swipe right or left. Heck, I don't even know which direction is the good one. I just know that the eligible bachelors in town are not my type. So. Here I am with you.”
I draw her closer, pulling her up on top of me, letting her straddle me the way I know she wants to. Her eyes widen as she sinks down, and then I know she can feel my cock, hard and throbbing under her pussy.
“You were telling me about your type?”
She nods. “I think my type is you. Exactly.”
I grin. “Lucky me,” I say. “Because Lemon Rough, I think if I had a type, it would be only you.”
She leans down then, kissing me more deeply, with a need that I match.
Then she reaches back, untying her bikini top, taking it off and letting it fall on the bed.
She takes my hand and presses it to her breasts.
“Well,” she asks, “what do you think?”
I groan. “You can feel how I really think.” I thrust ever so slightly, so she can feel my length.
“Oh god,” she murmurs, “you're really hard.”
At that, I moan. “I didn't know how into this you might be considering you've never…”
She whimpers. “Oh, I've imagined, and I've practiced with plenty of vibrators,” she admits.
I swallow, taking this in as I begin to massage her perfect tits. And when I say perfect, I mean fucking perfect. They're round and full, and perky, and damn, I can’t get enough.
Her nipples are hard, and I draw her closer so I can begin to suck on one and then the other, loving the way they feel in my mouth. All of this is new for me but with her, it feels meant to be, and my discomfort at being close with someone – anyone—fades in her arms. My tongue twirls around her nipples as she groans against my ear.
A fever is growing between us.
“I may never have done this,” she tells me, “but I've thought about it. I've thought about being with a real man like you. Strong, capable, thick.”
“Damn, woman,” I growl in her ear. Drawing her to me, kissing her hard. Her mouth is mine. I devour her then, rolling her over onto the bed, ripping those bikini bottoms right off. My shorts, they're gone.
“I need to see your pussy,” I tell her.
“Good,” she says, “because I've been waiting for you to take charge.”
“Fuck, Lemon,” I say, having has no idea how bad she wanted it. But now that I see her pussy, I realize this girl is in fucking heat. “You're wet.”
She nods, her eyes heavy. Wanting me so damn bad.
“I'm so wet for you. You've been driving me crazy for hours. I thought I was gonna go insane when I was out there on the porch this afternoon, reading my book. I mean, I was reading some really hot shit and I was so turned on.”
“Really? Like what kind of hot?” I ask her.