“Yes.” She nods.
“If I make you uncomfortable, or anything hurts, anything at all, you tell me to stop, OK?” I raise my eyebrows. “Promise?”
“Yes, of course.”
Tell her to leave and that this is a mistake. What are you doing?But it’s too late. I’m no longer the jovial dad, I’m a man, and she’s a woman, and we’re negotiating terms for how this weekend in bed is going to go. It’s thrilling in a way that should have me hanging my head in shame.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, and I hate the spark of joy that springs up when she nods Yes. “That’s good, but I’m still going to wear a condom, of course.” I do some crazy mental gymnastics in that split second, thinking where I even have condoms and if they’re still in date, because it’s been a good while since I needed one.
“You don’t have to,” Amber says, and the uncertainty in her face tells me exactly what these assholes at college have been doing to her. “I’ve been tested, and-”
“Honey, listen to me.” I round the desk, so we’re only a few feet apart. I want to touch her and take her in my arms, but we need to get this all out first. “I’ve been tested too, but that’s not the point. Sex without a condom feels great, but it feels good with one too. And your health is what’s important to me. I will not pressure you or tell you they don’t fit me, or any other shit a guy has said to you to manipulate you into doing what he wanted.”
She smiles softly, her face so filled with relief and trust that I’m determined to get this guy’s name before the weekend is done and see if I can’t make his life a living hell.
“I knew you’d be good to me,” she says.
You have no idea how good I can be to you. My reason is disgusted with me. But we’re past all of that now. It’s happening, and where a few minutes ago I was hesitating, now I want it, I want her, and I want this weekend to show her how a man should treat her. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Now,” I say, moving closer to her, almost closing the distance between us, and sweep her hair over her shoulder. “I’d really, really like to kiss you.”
She licks her lips, with the barest shiver of a nod. “OK.”
I move to take off my glasses, and she reaches up to stop me, shaking her head. “Leave them on. Please.”
I lower my mouth to hers with a smile. Her breath catches just a little as my lips brush against hers, all that heat and promise washing over me. Her eyes are still open, looking into mine, as though she’s trying to peer deep enough to see into my soul.
My other hand trails along her jaw, my fingers threading into her hair, so I can hold her head as I kiss her for the first time.My fucking god.The feeling when we’re finally against each other, finally kissing, her full lips opening for my tongue, is sheer paradise. She tastes fresh and sweet, a soft moan quivering in her throat. This is impulsive, and stupid. I couldn’t even take an hour to think about it?
Then she wraps her arms around my waist, her hands on my back, and the voice that was screaming at me that this is wrong shuts the hell up.
Amber presses into me, her kiss becoming more urgent, as though she’s trying to rush, to move faster, but I’m going to takemy time with her. I’m not going to regret this right now. I can beat myself up for being a dirty old man later.
“I was right,” she says with a small smile when we part, her eyes still closed. “You are a good kisser.”
“I’m glad I lived up to the fantasy,” I say, trailing kisses along her jaw, down to her neck. “And you’re a pretty good kisser yourself.”
“Oh yeah?” She gasps a little as my lips brush a spot, just behind her ear, and she shivers.
“I’ll remember that for later,” I say with a chuckle. “Now, go and sit on my desk.”
She blinks up at me, her lips so plump and pretty, kiss-stung and red. “Onyour desk?”
“Yes, honey.” I trace my thumb along her lower lip. “I want to see what you were showing me, but this time I want to see it up close.”
Her cheeks flush bright red, but she nods with a small smile and takes a step back, peeling her sweater off and dropping it to the ground. She’s wearing a white button-down underneath, undone just far enough for me to see the barest glimpse of the red lace of her bra. When her hands move to undo the rest of the buttons, I reach out and still her movements.
“I’d really like to do that.”
She licks her lips and nods, then does as I say, and walks over to the desk, perching on the edge, one leg demurely crossed over the other. She watches me curiously as I sit down, her eyes following my hand as I reach to caress the bare skin that’s visible between the hemline of her skirt and those adorable thigh-high socks.
Her breathing picks up at the touch of my hand, her thighs clenching together. I look up at her questioningly.
“Is this alright?”
She nods quickly.
“You don’t have to be nervous.” I take off my glasses. “If you don’t want to do anything, we stop immediately. You just say the word.”
