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Threading her fingers through my hair, Scarlet releases the band that’s holding it away from my face, grips the long strands and pulls me closer, our teeth clashing. Hands are everywhere, the moment heated and moving faster than I want. It’s going to be over too quickly if I don’t slow things down.
Gathering Scarlet’s wrists, I pin them above her head with one hand. Breaking our kiss, I hold myself up with my free hand and attempt to catch my breath.
“Too fast.” The words leave my mouth before I have a chance to think them through. Scarlet’s face twists in anguish, and she squirms beneath me, rubbing against the bulge in my sweats. I realize I have to clarify or she’s going to run again. And if she does, even though I promised to chase her, I’m not sure I’ll get her back. “That’s not what I meant. It’s going to be over in five seconds if we don’t slow down.”
Her body stills, her wrists going slack beneath my grip.
“You feel like you had a head start,” she pouts.
Cute. Real cute.
Her words make me want to bite her bottom lip as she pushes it out, nibble on it, draw a hint of blood.
“I was thinking about you. Couldn’t help myself. That picture you sent was tempting. Almost as tempting as the fantasies I’ve been having about you every night.”
“What if the real thing isn’t better?”
How can she have any doubts about herself? She’s gorgeous, kind, generous. She has a beautiful soul, an amazing heart, and her body is what dreams are made of. Inside and out, this girl is the definition of perfection.
“I highly doubt you won’t live up to my expectations, but I guess if you don’t, we could always practice. You know what they say…”
Unprepared, Scarlet’s able to wiggle one of her hands free and smacks me in the chest.
“Not funny,” she giggles.
“How about this… No expectations. Not tonight. The first time isn’t always the most amazing. You have no idea what the other person likes, what revs their engine. What I do know is that I really wish I were inside you right now. I’ve dreamed about it for years, and the fact you’re here, in my room, beneath me, and I can feel the heat coming from between your legs, it’s intensifying this need to be with you. To stake my claim on you.
“I know that makes me sound like a caveman. I don’t give a shit. I’ve known for years how I felt about you. That I’ve wanted you. Now that I have you, every feeling I’ve tried to ignore or push away is slamming against my chest. Just looking at you is overwhelming sometimes. Having you this close is… I can’t even put what I’m feeling into words. I’ve never felt more alive in my life.”
Scarlet doesn’t say anything, the silence stretches on for minutes as we stare at each other, neither of us breaking eye contact. I’m afraid if I do, I’ll lose the connection I feel to her. The spark between us will die. Or, even worse, she’ll say she doesn’t feel the same way when I can clearly see she does.
It’s in the heavy breaths she’s drawing. The way her body convulses slightly every few seconds. And the softness of her gaze as she takes in the words I said to her.
When she finally opens her mouth, it’s me who’s taken back this time.
“What are you waiting for, caveman?”
I want to laugh, but I can barely breathe.
Releasing her hands, I push myself off the bed and reach into the drawer of my bedside table. With a condom in hand, I turn back around to find Scarlet struggling to get the clasp of the bra-like thing undone. Tossing the foil packet on the bed, I pull her to stand in front of me, place my hands on her shoulders, and turn her to face away from me.
Gripping the tiny piece of metal, I slowly work the clasp until it gives, allowing the material to float to the ground at her feet. Scarlet’s standing in front of me in only a pair of red lace undies and fuzzy pink winter boots.
“Nice boots.”
Smirking at me over her shoulder, Scarlet shrugs and says, “I didn’t want to wear heels in the snow.”
“Next time, bring the heels.”
Scarlet naked, in only a pair of heels, is a vision I’d like to see in person.
Turning to face me, Scarlet presses both her hands against my chest, causing me to take a step backward, then another, until she has me pressed against the wall beside my door. When she sinks to her knees and tugs on my sweats, my dick twitches beneath the fabric.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take care of you. Then, once you recover, you can turn your fantasies into reality.”
I’m about to argue with her, but my sweats hit the floor as she wraps her hand around my cock. The only words that leave my mouth after that have four letters.
