I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed each of her fingers. Then I lifted my gaze and brought it to hers, hoping she could see exactly how I felt reflecting in them.
“Oh, sweet girl, that doesn’t matter to me. Not one bit. In fact, it turns me on. A lot.”
“Really?” Twila breathed and I let go of her hands to grab onto her waist. I squeezed the soft flesh beneath my fingers and dipped my head low.
“Fuck yeah. Because you’re mine. All mine.”
And then I kissed her like she’d never been kissed before, showing her exactly what I meant.
CHAPTER FIVE
Twila
My heart racedand my palms felt damp. I can’t believe I just admitted that.
I told the hot sexy man I was a virgin.
And he didn’t care.
He didn’t care at all!
How I was still a virgin was a question my sister often asked me, but I always had the same answer- I never met the right one.
It wasn’t that I was waiting for marriage. I just wanted it to be special.
Not with a guy who meant nothing to me.
Somehow, having just met Baylor, he meant something to me.
More than something.
He meant the world.
And now I was ready to give myself to him and only him.
I didn’t hold back any longer. Throwing myself into his arms I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard never wanting to let go. I dragged him into the house, not bothering toclose the patio door, only the screen, as I led him to my living room.
I gently pushed him down onto the couch and he chuckled low, the sound going directly between my legs.
“A girl who knows what she wants. I like it.” Baylor said as I climbed onto his lap and straddled his waist. His hard cock pressed against me, straining beneath his pants and I gasped, the size of his bulge larger than I expected.
Butterflies stirred in my stomach, but I forced them out and focused on the here and now. I took his face in my hands and kissed him soft, slow, deep, rubbing myself against him, desperate for the friction.
Baylor's hands ran over the soft material of my shirt and down to the hem, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the side. He slid his hands up my back, over my shoulders, and down over my breasts, only the lacy bra between our skin.
I leaned back, breaking our kiss, both of our chests heaving, as I looked into his hooded, desire filled gaze, his eyes glazed and delirious with pleasure. Without taking my eyes off him, I slowly slipped off one bra strap at a time before reaching behind and unclasping it, letting it fall in front of me as my breasts tumbled out.
“Fucking gorgeous.” Baylor mumbled before leaning forward and clasping onto one nipple with his mouth. His talented tongue swirled around the pink, pert nip while his hand played with the other, squeezing it between his two fingers.
A man had never touched me the way Baylor did in that moment, soft yet firm, caressing yet aching with need.
My pussy throbbed, a foreign feeling to me yet still there no less. I wanted him so bad, the need pulsating through me and cracking me wide open.
Arching my back, I thrusted myself into him, giving him more of me. My hands clawed at his shirt, aching to touch hisskin. I grabbed the hem and hoisted it upwards. When my eyes landed on his ab muscles, my fingers froze.
Holy fuck.
I lifted the shirt another inch.
