“Oh.”
For some reason, I fear that’s code, for she’s going to catch up with some old fling from high school.
“Don’t you have a game coming up?”
“Christmas Day. My whole family is coming from Michigan for it.”
“Oh.”
“I… uh, I kind of hoped you’d get to meet them.”
“Well, it’s probably better that I don’t. We wouldn’t want to confuse them, thinking that I’m your girlfriend or something.”
“You’ve never stopped being mine, Willow. If my folks don’t meet you on Christmas, then they’ll meet you another time. I ain’t going nowhere. Remember that we’re still the couple that people whisper about behind our backs when we’re on campus. The couple that kisses in front of the cafeteria or chases each other across the quad. We’re that couple that waits for the other to hang up the phone first at night. We’re that couple that people secretly aspire to be. And we’ve miraculously become all of that in just a matter of weeks. So, like I said, I’ve got all the time in the world. I can be really patient when I have to be.”
After a still moment, Willow leans across the center console and initiates an emotion-filled kiss on my lips.
I relish the contact and use my left hand to cradle the side of her face, deepening the kiss. We explore each other with a newfound excitement, and I savor the taste of her.
“I missed you so much, Jackson,” she moans as I kiss the side of her delicate neck and cup one of her breasts.
“Not more than I did.”
I slide my hand underneath her shirt. I want to touch her bare skin. I squeeze her nipple and watch as she squirms in her seat with need.
“Remember who you belong to when you’re home, okay?” I growl into her skin.
“Who do I belong to?” She mocks.
“Jackson Freak Jennings.” I make a small mark on her neck. “Do I need to get it tatted on your wrist for you to remember?”
She laughs and I can feel it in my chest. Bringing my dead heart back to life.
“Or maybe,” I tease. “You’ll remember who you belong to when I make you come in front of that gaudy Christmas tree.”
I slide my same hand down the front of her leggings where warmth and want await me.
“Look at that, Teach, you’re already wet for me. Your pussy didn’t forget who it belongs to.”
“Freak,” she moans.
“Lean your seat back, baby.”
She adjusts her seat all the way back with the mechanism on the side and now I have easier access.
I waste no time working my fingers between her folds, and alternating between pumping two fingers inside of her. I know she’s about to bust when I see her grip the car handle.
“Who’s pussy is this?” I ask thickly.
“Yours.”
“Whose?”
Her pussy starts to quiver.
And her breasts bounce.
“Jackson Freak Jennings!” She screams as she comes all over my hand.
