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She nods, but she’s biting her lip like something’s bothering her, and I’m instantly worried she’s having second thoughts about coming back with me.
“Are you okay, Esme?”
We reach my front door, but Esme is staring down at her feet, not meeting my gaze.
“I’ve never really done this before…” she says. “I mean, going home with a guy I just met. It’s kind of crazy.”
Her words are a relief. The idea of her going home with some other guy makes my stomach knot with anger, but I shake it off, keeping my voice calm. “I never do this either, Esme. It’s a first for both of us. But don’t worry, okay? If you want to talk then we’ll just talk. I would never pressure you into anything.”
And I mean it. I want her to need me. To crave me. I won’t lay a finger on her otherwise.
She nods at my words, and I give her a reassuring smile as I open my front door and usher her inside.
If I’d known she was coming, I would have spent all day making this place perfect for her. My house is kind of barren with hardly any personal touches or photos around, looking more like a show house than a real home. But at least it’s warm.
I lead her into the living room, and we sit side by side on the couch, our thighs pressing together. The contact makes all my blood rush downward.
“I’m just going to text Millie,” Esme says. “I don’t want her to worry.”
“Sure.”
I watch as she taps out a quick message before stowing away her phone and turning to meet my gaze.
“Sorry,” she says. “I’m all yours now.”
She raises her eyebrows when she realizes what she just said, and I can’t stop my sly smile.
You bet you are, sugar.
We stare at each other for a moment, the tension building until I can’t bear it anymore. Those thick curves…that perfect body sitting so close to me…fuck, it’s unbearable. I need to distract myself before I explode.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “I could order takeout if you want to eat.”
Esme shakes her head, looking away. “I’m good.” She’s silent for a moment, taking a deep breath before she says, “Sorry, I’m just kind of nervous.”
“There’s no need to be nervous, honey. I told you I won’t pressure you into anything.”
She shakes her head. “You wouldn’t be pressuring me. I…well, I want it.”
Her words hang in the air between us for a moment.
She wants it.
It’s all the invitation I need.
The dam bursts and I reach for her, my hands cupping her face as I press my lips to hers. She tastes like hot cocoa: warm and sweet and so fucking good. Her soft lips part against mine, and I slip my tongue inside, pulling her closer toward me. Fuck yes. My cock is already hard as rock, dripping precum in my boxers. God, this girl drives me so crazy. I can’t keep my hands off her.
Our movements are frantic, our hands everywhere at once. I feel her grabbing at my coveralls, seeking the zipper, and I guide her hand toward it, our mouths still locked in a hungry kiss. All the tension that’s been building inside me this evening is finally gushing forward. It’s fucking amazing.
Esme breaks the kiss to unzip my coveralls, pulling them down over my shoulders. She’s emboldened by our kiss, her eyes full of desire despite her nervous glances. I can tell she wants this just as much as I do, and it’s so fucking sexy.
I get up from the couch, stepping out of my coveralls and yanking off the clothing underneath while Esme watches until I’m standing in nothing but my boxers.
“You’re so big,” she says breathlessly, her eyes roaming over my broad chest and thick arms. But she doesn’t look bothered by my hulking height. If anything, she looks more turned on than ever.
I bend down and hoist her up from the couch. She yelps with surprise, but soon relaxes against me, wrapping her legs around my body as I carry her up the stairs and into the bedroom.
I lay her down on the mattress, planting a kiss on her lips before I pull her sweater over her head. I can see her nipples through the fabric of her bra, tight and hard, and I can’t get that damn bra off fast enough. Esme wriggles out of it, exposing her luscious tits, soft and round, begging to be worshipped, and I sink my head to one hard, pink nipple, taking it in my mouth and rolling my tongue over it until Esme starts to whimper beneath me. The sounds of her pleasure spur me on, and I suck harder. Her back arches, her hands tangled in the sheets as she moans.
