I look straight at him. “I want to stay.”
The words come out without thought, but it is true. There is nowhere I would rather be. Nobody I would rather be with. It’s been such a short time knowing him but I feel like we are connected. I do know him. And when he looks at me, I feel like he knows me too. The real me.
He looks at me for a moment. Weighing up his options.
“I can make us some food.”
I nod. But it’s not food I’m hungry for. I am nervous. It’s all well and good to decide I am going to be a new person, someone who says what she wants. But the doing is a different thing.
I go to stand next to him in the kitchen. Close enough to smell his scent. Soap. Deodorant. Wood fire and trees. My heart is racing. I feel hot all over. Filled with wanting something that I have only read about in books.
I reach for a plate. Our hands touch. We jump apart. His body held stiff. He looks at me and I can read the need in his eyes.
“Annie.” His voice is just a husky whisper.
“I know.”. Holding eye contact. I know what he is going to say. That we shouldn’t. We hardly know each other. He mightsay he is too old for me. All the reasons under the sky, but I don’t care. I want this. I want him. I feel it. I’ve felt it since the first moment we met.
His large hands on my hips. He pulls me close. Lifting me up till I’m sitting on the kitchen benchtop. One hand in my hair, his lips to mine. It’s a hungry kiss. But it is what I want. Both of us cling to each other. Pulling at each other’s clothes. His tongue strokes mine. I feel like I am floating.
He pulls away with a groan. His face shows his pain. “We shouldn’t do this.”
Braver than I have ever been. Filled with need and desire, I put my hands on his cheeks and force him to look at me. “I want this Thorne. Even if it is just one night. I want you kissing me. I want…everything.”
A heartbeat of silence. Another groan. And then he is kissing me again. A hot, hungry kiss that makes me want to cry out with need. The need to be closer to him. To be naked with him. To be held by him.
Chapter 8
Thorne
I am lost to her. This girl has me feeling things I have never felt before. I love her smile, her spirit, her constant talking. I love her curves. My hands grip her ass as I pull her against my body. Needing to be closer. Loving how soft she is. Her hips. Her ass. The feel of her breasts against my chest. I could spend a lifetime exploring her body. But if all she will give me is this one night then I am damn well going to take it.
Surely this can’t be wrong when it feels so fucking right. Lifting her up, holding her tight, I carry her across to the bed. Putting her on her feet I undress her between kisses. Fighting the urgency that is riding me to try and appreciate this gift. Unwrapping her beauty bit by bit. Kissing the soft skin on her shoulder. Hold the weight of her breasts in my hands. My hands guiding her, turning her. Loving the feel of her.
I shed my own clothes quickly. Her eyes go wide when I bare my broad chest. Chopping wood and living off the land has kept me in good shape. But when I lower my pants and she sees my cock. Erect, proud and throbbing. I hold myself still when she reaches out and wraps her hand around the girth. I stand her exploration as long as I can, which isn’t long. I am about ready to explode.
That’s when she looks up at me, eyes wide and trusting. “I’ve not done this before.” She whispers.
I had suspected that she might be a virgin. I feel honoured and blessed that she trusts me with this. I wish I knew the right words to tell her how much it means to me. Instead I kiss her deeply. Laying her back on the bed, I take my time, kissing her, touching her. Making sure she is more than ready for me.
She grips at my back. Her fingers pull at my hair. Her little gasps and moans tell me she is ready. Stroking at her sweet pussy tells me she is wet. But I have to be sure. I would do anything not to hurt her.
Positioning my body over hers, I stroke her open with the tip of my cock. Entering her just a little. Letting her adjust to my girth. My cock is huge, throbbing, ready to explode. But I will not rush this. I move in a little deeper. Stretching her. She is so tight. Her pussy hugging my cock, pulling me in further. I hold myself back. Muscles straining.
“Are you okay?” Her voice is a sweet, soft whisper. It kills me that she sounds nervous for the first time, but it is taking everything I have not to just push forward and lose myself in her.
All I can do is nod.
“Are you waiting for something?”
I let out a groan. She is so tight. So small. I’ve never been with a virgin before but I know it can hurt and the last thing in the world I want to do is hurt her.
“I’ve read about this in books but I thought you had to, umm, move more.”
I let my forehead rest against hers. Breathing deeply. Muscles straining. Trying to maintain control. I half want to laugh and half want to groan. I love that my sweet little Annieis so chatty, but right now might not be the best time for a conversation.
“If you could not….talk so much.” I can barely get the words out.
“Oh”, and then. “Are we not meant to talk?”
