I find it. It’s a dimmer, and it’s set low, so the room only lights up a little bit, but it’s enough to see that there’s a small sitting area, a kitchen, and then a bedroom through an open door.
Every inch of the space is tidy and polished, with pops of bright color, just like the woman who lives here.
“Couch or bed?”
“Yes,” she whispers before kissing me again.
I’m old. We’re going for the bed, because once I get her naked and horizontal, I’m going to want to take my time.
My pulse is thudding, hard, as I tumble her onto her back and stretch out on top of her. She’s a solid stack of woman beneath me, and she feels damn fine.
So good, in fact, if she doesn’t stop writhing against me, I might come in my pants before I even get them unzipped.
“Hang on there, Whirlwind. It’s been a while for me, and you’re getting me real fucking excited.” I pin her hands over her head and ease my hips back from the tempting vee of her soft thighs and those sexy as fuck white shorts.
She stares down between us at the obscene jut of my cock, straining against the fly of my jeans. “Wow, Coach.”
I laugh and thrust gently against her, giving in to my rampant need. She moans, her gaze finding mine, all soft and sweet and completely open for me.
“I want to get your clothes off before I completely lose it, you ridiculously tempting woman.”
She swallows hard. “I want that too. But, um…”
“I don’t care if you haven’t shaved. Or showered. Or if you have three clits.”
She gasps and then giggles. “Just one. But it doesn’t have a lot of experience.”
I go still. “Molly?”
“Don’t stop.” She sucks in a very brave breath. “Please don’t stop.”
“What isnot a lot of experienceto you?”
“I want to do this,” she says, which isn’t a direct answer.
I roll off her, and when she clutches at me, I scoop her into my arms as I settle on my side. “I want to do this too. But I need to know exactly what I’m doing here. What terribly mediocre experiences am I erasing?”
“None,” she promises, wriggling closer so she can brush her lips against my jaw. “I don’t have any bad experiences.”
I exhale in relief. “Good.”
“I don’t have any experience at all.” Her voice shakes a little.
Fuck. Me.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Don’t say that like it’s weird.” She keeps kissing me. Even nervous and inexperienced, she’s bold and fearless.
“It’s not that… but you’re so confident.” God, I feel wrong for holding her like this. “And I’m…”
“Not a virgin?” Her breath is warm as she slides her mouth to my neck. “Shocker, Grandpa.”
I groan. “Don’t callme that again.”
“I don’t know, I like how it made you groan.” She nips at the tendon that I’m sure is straining on the side of my neck. “That was a sexy sound.”
I roll onto my back and throw my arm over my eyes. “We aren’t stopping. I just need a minute.”
