She’s got framed pictures on the counter in the kitchen, one with her friend from last night, and another with a larger group of girlfriends.I wander into the living room area, and browse the list of titles to books stacked up in multiple rows under one of the windows.
Some of them I recognize, some of them I don’t.She’s got classics mixed in with Stephen King, mixed in with E.L.James, mixed in with Ken Follett.She’s diversified; I’ll give her that.
She’s got an actual stereo, with a record player, a crate of albums beside it.This definitely has me interested.I place the cat on the couch and go back over to the crate.
I slide out a stack of albums and start browsing through them.Patsy Cline, George Strait, Clint Black, Garth Brooks and Keith Urban.I knew she was an Urban fan!There’s Johnny Cash, The Beatles, Dolly Parton, The Eagles and Carrie Underwood.
I guess she wasn’t kidding when she said she was a die-hard country fan, but she’s obviously in touch with some of the classics.I’m going to do my damndest today to get her to like one of my songs.I chuckle, then put the albums back where I found them.
The cat’s curled up in a ball on the couch, so I go sit next to him, absently patting him as I grab my phone to kill some time.I pull my cap off and set it on the couch beside the cat.A short time later, I hear footsteps pattering in my direction, so I shove my phone in my pocket as I stand, my breath catching when she comes into view.
I feel my cheeks lift as I stare at her in approval.She’s wearing a sundress.One of those with the cute little straps that are tied at the top of her shoulders, the skirt falling to mid-thigh.It’s white with some kind of pretty blue flowers scattered all over.
The kicker though?She’s wearing those frilly edged bobby socks again, but this time with a pair of denim-colored chucks.Her face is free of make-up, her hair flowing in loose waves around her shoulders.She’s fucking adorable.
I amble over to her, her eyes popping wide when I grip her waist to push her back against the wall.
“You followed the rules.”
Now that I’m next to her, her scent invades my senses.I inhale deeply, dragging my nose along the column of her neck.
It’s sweet and exotic, with a hint of something musky beneath.It clings to her like an invisible aura, wrapping around me, making everything else in the room fade away.It’s like breathing in the night air just after a storm, fresh, bold, and completely addictive.“You smell fucking amazing.”
I reach her mouth and press my lips to hers, consuming any response she may have been about to provide.The kiss deepens, my lips no longer just pressing against hers but claiming them with a slow, deliberate intensity.
I slide my hands to her neck, tilting her head, getting lost in the feel of her, wanting, no, needing more.So much more.I breathe her in, let it drown me.I trace the line of her mouth with my lips, soft and teasing, before plunging back into the kiss, devouring her.
Her breath hitches against mine, which spurs me even harder.My heart pounds, every beat syncing to the rhythm of our kiss.It isn’t just the taste of her.Something deeper pulls at me.The way she fits against me.The way she makes everything burn brighter, hotter.
The tension between us builds, pressing against me in ways that make everything else disappear.This kiss isn’t just about desire, it’s about something rawer, something that feels dangerously close to losing control.
But right now, the control is mine, and I’m going to make sure she feels every second of it in each stolen breath turning this kiss into something far more than I ever expected.
“I want you.”I growl, my tongue tracing the shell of her ear before I nip her neck.
“Yes.”She gasps, her hands wrenching the clasp of my belt undone, shoving my pants down far enough for my cock to spring loose.
I reach under the hem of her dress until I find the top of her underwear and yank them off her.She steps out of them as I hoist her onto my hips, slamming her against the wall, my cock sliding against her heat.
“Hold on to me.”I command, letting go of her with one hand so I can guide myself to her center.I plunge into her with one thrust, the heat of her swallowing my dick whole.
“Fuck.”I groan, her fingers clawing onto my shoulders as she grinds her hips into mine.“You are so goddamn tight.”
“Don’t stop.”She mewls, her lips moving against mine.
“I haven’t even started, baby.”I grind out, giving her what she asks for.I angle my hips and drive my cock as deep as I can, her shoulders and head thudding against the wall with each shove.
“Yes, yes.”She chants with every buck of my body, her arms and legs locked around me, choking on to me, the thin material of our clothing the only thing between our bodies.
After several minutes her channel starts to pulse around my shaft.“I’m coming.”Her breath hot against my face as she pants her status.
“Yes.Fuck, yes.Come all over my cock, Kitten.”I order, my knees going weak as her pussy tightens around my dick, a low moan escaping from her before her teeth bite into my shoulder.
I wait as long as I can for her to finish, then pull out of her, grip my dick, wet and slippery, and pump myself twice, cum spurting onto her bare leg.I slam one hand on the wall beside her head to keep from collapsing, stars exploding under my lids as I let out a rumbling groan from deep inside of me.
I open my eyes slowly, my head resting against my arm, and look over at her.She’s breathing as hard as me, her head leaning back against the wall, eyes closed.
“Are you okay?”I wheeze out between breaths.
