“Spread your knees, Melody,” I order.
She flinches, her head lifting as she drags her attention from the front of my jeans to my eyes.
I lift my brows. “You heard me, little pixie. Part your thighs.”
Panting, she obeys me. Her entire body trembles from lust and submission. She may write kinky books, but I don’t think she was aware she has a submissive side. She’s never faced it before.
Melody is bold. She’s going to ask for what she wants. I love that she’s willing to go to the city with me to buy sex toys. She isn’t shy about making her wishes known, and I’m certain she won’t hesitate to make selections. Even if she stands silently next to me, she won’t be able to hide her body’s reaction. I’ll know which things she’s curious about and which things she has no interest in trying.
My girl has another side to her, though. A side that wants to submit. A side that wants to experiment with all the things she’s researched.
I’ll happily give her whatever she needs. She’s so curious that she turned bright red while I spoke about milking her. Her nipples have been pressing against the front of her flirty sundress for hours.
“Good girl.”
She shudders at the praise, her eyes widening as she realizes how strongly she reacts to my soft tones and words of approval.
Slowly, I lower my hands to the button on my jeans and slide it through the slot, watching her expression as she lowers her gaze to my package. I ease the zipper down, exposing my tight boxers. Finally, I lift the elastic over my erection, letting it pop free.
Melody never looks away, but her throat works hard as she swallows.
“Is this what you imagined, baby?” I stroke from base to tip, tormenting myself.
“Uhhh…”
I chuckle. “Too small?”
She rolls her eyes. “Hardly. Do you know how many times I’ve used the same cliché in a book? The ‘are you sure that’s going to fit’ line?”
After releasing my dick, I tuck it back into my pants and raise the zipper. I’m sure if my cock could speak it would now be saying “what the absolute fuck?”
Shuffling toward my girl, I grin. “It’s in all the romance novels, huh? His cock is always far bigger than she expected, and every time she’s worried it will split her in two?”
As I set my hands on either side of her, not touching her, she nods. “Have you been reading romance novels?”
“No, but I might start to now that I know how much my girl enjoys them. I want to know every single thing that makes you tick, little pixie. Maybe you could recommend a few.”
“My favorites are lining every shelf in this cottage,” she informs me.
“I better get started then.” I lean forward and nuzzle her neck, inhaling her. God, she smells good. Vanilla and Melody. It’s intoxicating. I can’t wait to eat her pussy. I can’t wait to make her scream.
Her palms come to my bare chest, and she smooths her soft hands up to my neck. “Do you want to see my bedroom?”
I kiss right behind her ear, making her whimper. “Yes, baby.” I tuck my hands under her bottom and scoop her off the island. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She holds on with both her arms and legs. The naughty girl even rocks herself, pressing her pussy against my stomach. Fuck, she feels good in my arms. Her dress is bunched around her waist, so her panties are the only thing between her pussy and my abs. Her soaked panties.
I don’t need directions to find her bed. There are three doors. One is closed. One is the bathroom. The third is obviously her bedroom. After making a beeline for her queen-sized bed, I tug the fluffy comforter back and lower her onto the sheet.
I’m not going to need a week to convince her she’s mine. I need about an hour. Perhaps I should feel nervous about this situation. After all, she has never opened herself up to a single man because she never felt a spark before. The responsibility on my shoulders is enormous. I have to make this better than any romance novel she’s ever written or read. That’s a gigantic task.
But the woman trembling in my arms is already mine. She’s leery. She doesn’t think romance exists like she writes it. She’s about to find out otherwise.
I’ve got this.
When I rise, she tries to pull her knees together. I grab her inner thighs and gently guide them wide. Fuck, she’s pretty. Her hair is spread out all around her. The skirt of her sundress is draped loosely across her torso. Her panties are white and totally exposed.
Until now, I didn’t know what color they would be. Why the fuck are these plain white cotton panties the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen? They don’t even have lace on them. Just white bikinis. The color and material make it so obvious that they are wet.
