“Fuck it,” I mutter before I pull Hol hard against me making her gasp and without thinking too much, I cup the back of her neck with my other hand and slam my lips against hers, something I have felt the need to do for so long. Instead of shoving me back, demanding I take her to her car, she fuckingmelts into me, her hands gripping my me yet again and I tilt her head and deepen the kiss, licking her lips for access.
She opens, and as soon as our tongues touch, I groan at the electricity that passes between us, the fucking fireworks that echo around us.
Mine, all fucking mine.
I slow the kiss and nip her bottom lip as our eyes connect, and I mumble, “Friend my ass,” and she smiles slightly, and I know she’s given in.
No more pushing back, no more hiding her true feelings, that smile is the go-ahead I need, and I growl, “You’re mine, Hol,” just before I slam my lips against hers again, our tongues instantly connecting, and I let my instincts take over.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, I let go of her neck, bend slightly and without breaking the kiss, I grab her thigh and lift her with ease.
Holly gasps into my mouth before moaning as she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. I blindly walk us to the front door, not taking my lips off hers, needing to stay connected and, more importantly, needing her not to come back to reality and think friends is the best way to go.
I slam us through the front door, pushing Holly up against the wall as I kick the door shut, and our kiss gets heavier, my cock throbbing to come out, the tip weeping, and I grind my jean-covered cock against her panty-covered pussy.
Fuck I’m glad she wore a skater dress today.
Holly moans as she undoes my hair from its tie then grips it tight and I pull us off the wall and guide us upstairs, not once breaking the kiss, not until we get to my room. Hopefully soon our room and I gently guide her down my body and slow the kiss as I cup her cheeks before pressing my forehead against hers and breathe heavily.
My body is trembling, my cock weeping at the tip with need and I can’t wait anymore, I want her..
“We do this, darling, I can promise you now, I won’t hold back any longer like I have been, I won’t take shit slow, I will be going full throttle,” I warn her as our eyes connect, “Don’t get me wrong, we’ll still end up together, it’s been my goal but this will just cement that this is it.”
“You didn’t want to meet me,” she breathes as she grips my cut, and I nod and admit, “I didn’t, because I knew Caleb wanted us together, I knew he was setting us up, and I didn’t want a woman. His egg donor and my own mother fucked me up. I didn’t believe in the one or love, but I always had this, I don’t know, strong urge to protect Lyra, to claim her as my own child. I always felt a knot in my stomach every time you were mentioned. I knew deep down that we were going to be, that you were my one, and my son ensured I didn’t run away out of fear as I tried.”
Her eyes race between mine, and I lean down, gently caressing her lips, and her grip on my cut tightens.
She wants this, wants me, but she’s scared, and I get that, believe me, I fucking do, but we’re supposed to be, I won’t let her run just like my son ensured I didn’t.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers and fuck, I melt as I promise, “Fucking never,” before pushing my lips hard against hers, my tongue instantly going into her mouth, and she moans as she moves her hands, gripping the top of my cut and slowly works it off my shoulders.
I catch it before it hits the floor, but I am only vaguely aware, and I throw it on the chair next to the vanity that I am so glad I allowed my mother to buy because Holly would love it before I reach for the back of her skater dress and find her zipper.
Ever so fucking slowly, I unzip the fabric then gently guide it off her shoulder before breaking the kiss and taking a step back as it falls to the floor, and holy mother fucking shit.
My breath halts as I take her in.
She’s beautiful, no, fuck, she is mesmerizing.
“Fuck,” I choke as she looks at me with apprehension and I take a step towards her and I slowly move my hand behind her back and I unclip her black lacy bra. Then ever so fucking gently, I pull the straps down her arms and as the bra falls to the floor, I follow it, hooking my fingers in her panties and drag them down her luscious thighs until they hit the floor before I look up at my girl, our eyes connecting.
I feel like I’m locked in, like I’m entranced, and without looking away, I lean forward and gently kiss her pubic bone, and she sucks in a breath as I inhale, needing her smell before I poke my tongue out and gently lick her clit, and her thighs tremble.
“Alex,” she whispers, and I stand and remove my shirt, chucking it on the floor before undoing my jeans and kicking them off. Holly bites her bottom lip, lust shining in those gorgeous, icy blue eyes of hers and a little bit of fear as she eyes my cock that is rock fucking solid all for her.
Fuck.
Not able to hold it in, I wrap my arm around Holly’s waist and pull her into me, our naked bodies touching, sending goosebumps down my spine, and I lift her.
Holly wraps her legs around my waist, and without hesitation, I walk over to the king-size bed and lie us down as I grip her thigh and blindly find her entrance, but I don’t push in, not just yet. Instead, I place my forehead against Holly's, and I confirm, “Are you sure, darling?”
She looks at me with such fondness it makes my heart skip, and she whispers, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, just-just go slow…”
I nod and murmur, “I want you bare, Hol,” and she swallows hard before nodding slightly and admitting, “I’m on the pill.”
Did I just envision swapping her pills tomorrow so I can trap her with me always? Yes, yes I did, but without letting her know that and the plan I’m suddenly forming, and without breaking eye contact, I slowly move my hips forward, pausing half way as her mouth opens with a gasp and gripping her thigh harder. I push all the way in, her walls gripping me tightly, her arousal spreading between us and fuck me, my balls tighten with the need to come already.
Eight years, fucking eight years without a pussy, and I can’t explain how fucking happy I am that I waited.
