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Far from tearing off the covers and jumping on top of me, Bowdie seems satisfied that he’s made his point. He’s showing me long before either of us says a word that yes, he is interested in me in that way, and how do I let him know I feel the same? How would I do best to let him know?
“I-I gotta pee,” I announce, moving so quickly out of my bed and straight past him that I feel like I’ve blown it already. I really do have to go, and if anything else is gonna happen down there, I need to make some room and be sure I’m morning fresh, so to speak. The silence that follows me to the bathroom is still there once I’m done. I can’t help kicking myself and thinking I’ve sent Bowdie all the wrong signals so far.
He’s in the kitchen, pouring coffee when I rejoin him, minus one throbbing erection, which makes me half wonder if I wasn’t dreaming.
“I-I just really had to—” I start to say, but he smiles, pouring two cups and passing one over to me.
“Maybe we should start over, huh?” he offers, motioning me toward the table with a jut of his chin. I gulp hard, feeling like maybe I’m in some kind of trouble or maybe he’s gonna tell me it was just a random guy thing—him having a raging hard-on as he stood over me, but it’s nothing like that.
“Just tell me you didn’t only come over just for Lucy’s things,” I blurt out, deciding to take charge, at least of my own feelings, so it doesn’t hurt as much if he is gonna give the let-down, all-a-terrible-misunderstanding speech.
Bowdie quickly dispels my doubts, giving me the same intense look as he shakes his head with conviction. “No. No, that’s not why I came over at all, and I think you know that, Beth,” he says in a deep, knowing tone.
I feel like I need to pee again, but it’s not that at all. It’s something else, like a “turned up to eleven” version of the tingling itch he gives me inside. Only now, it feels like some kind of emergency for one of us if he doesn’t do something about it and soon, but being a mature man—a real man—Bowdie’s not the type to just hurl himself at a girl. I’m not sure if it makes him as horny as it’s making me but sensing what he wants to “talk about” only makes me feel like I’m slipping and skidding in my seat as my arousal boils over with his every word and glance.
Either being a glutton for punishment this level of excitement gives me, or maybe just so I can hear him spell it out for me, I hear my thin, tiny voice ask him innocently, “Then what else could you have come for?
“And so early,” I add, really hamming up the innocent angle, just to alert him to the maybe not-so-obvious fact that I’m a virgin and have no idea what I’m doing.
Bowdie’s eyes narrow a little, moving down my over-sized T-shirt I use as pajamas. He growls with satisfaction once he sees what I feel, my nipples getting so hard it would be pointless to pretend I don’t know what he means.
He sniffs and takes a long sip of his coffee, keeping his eyes pinned on my now-heaving chest. The sound from the vinyl of my chair makes a sound as my slick wetness slides over it, making me let out a little sound of my own. He lets me stew for about a full minute. Slowly sipping, watching, and bringing me so close to climax, I end up shaking my head in disbelief that any man could have this power over anyone, let alone me, and that it could feel so good, but it can’t end here. It mustn’t.
Sliding his chair back noisily from the small breakfast table designed for two, his eyes only leave mine long enough to look down at his lap. That thick line I saw before seems even bigger, and a dark circle bleeding into his denim from the swollen head of his manhood tells me more than words ever could.
“Come here,” he rasps.
As much as I thought I’d mess things up if it ever did happen between us, I move with what I consider graceful agility for a girl of my abilities. Standing shakily, I inch closer to him, watching that bulge get even bigger every second before his hands reach for me.
The charge from his body to mine makes me swoon as I fight to stop my eyes from rolling back, sure I’m about to climax right this second, the exact second it takes for him to pull me onto him. I feel the hardness of his strong torso smashing into all my sleepy, wobbly softness. I’m pretty sure I’ll never sleep again, not until he’s had his way with me, and if my first time has to be on the breakfast table? I couldn’t care less. A man like Bowdie could take me behind the back of a dumpster, and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still feel the same because I know I'm right once his strong mouth presses over mine.
I know I love him, and I always have. He’s the only man who’s ever gonna have me the way I know he wants me.
CHAPTERTEN
Bowdie
I should be seeing the face of my own daughter and the eyes of my best friend, Brad. I should be hearing their voices screaming in my conscienceNO, but the only thought and feeling in my body and mind with Beth is a resoundingYES!
Feeling her body against mine for the first time, my mouth greedily over hers is my real homecoming. She’s what I traveled across the globe for, abandoning a research contract and a ton of other things. I did it all because I knew then, like I know now, that my life wouldn’t have any meaning without her, without us, just like this and always.
If holding her close, kissing her like I feel she wants to be kissed, is my reward for throwing everything else away, then I win, but the longer I hold her, the more I feel her hands running over me like mine are all over her. I know this is just the beginning, and considering I’m recently unemployed, that leaves us all day.
It’s not just any first kiss between a man and his girl. I can sense it’s her first proper kiss, not only because I feel her teeth knock against mine and even wince a little when she bites my lip. Maybe that’s how much she’s wanted to kiss me all along, but my clinical training and the iron-rich taste of blood in my mouth tell me it’s because she’s a virgin.
An inexperienced girl being led on by an older man… That’s how other people might see it, but in no time, she finds her own when it comes to getting to know me via my mouth. It’s also clear from her roaming hands, heaving chest, and the sounds she’s making that she isn’t doing anything she doesn’t want to.
I’ve pulled her onto my lap. My hand slides firmly up the inside of one of her already quivering thighs, making me growl low with satisfaction when I discover instantly how wet she is and that she’s naked under her over-sized nightshirt. My thick digits instantly probe her sodden, tight little slit, making her gasp, jump, and then growl in reply. She quickly opens her legs wider and shifts herself to buck against my fingers. I’m surprised she doesn’t seem to mind my being inside her so fast.
My thumb presses hard on her nub of a clit, already proudly standing at attention as much as my manhood is, making her shoot her head back suddenly, breaking contact with my mouth. Seeing the reason, seeing her eyes close as she runs a blood-red tongue over her lips, is enough for me to want to show her I can do more than pleasure her with my fingers.
“Bowdie,” she coos dreamily, snapping her eyes wide and making an “O” shape with her mouth as I move my fingers further inside her. I waste no time slowly churning them in a come hither motion that has her grunt in shock and then purr louder.
Her eyes rest on mine as she hums in tune with her rising arousal, my own twitching in my jeans and what feels like a river of precome pouring from me. I’m primed to fill her, but this tight little virgin cunt is gonna need some training before it takes every inch and the girth of my aching cock inside her.
I want her to feel how good it is, but I certainly don’t want to hurt her. Beth’s a bigger girl than some her age, but everyone, and I mean everyone, is small when they’re next to me. Having her right in my arms, on my lap, with my fingers stretching her wide and deep, I take my time pleasuring her and warming up the oven, so to speak. Little virgin Beth has plenty of heat already cooking. I can hear and feel her breaths getting quicker with an almost pleading tone in her whimper, letting me know she’s close.
“You wanna come, don’t you, Beth?” I ask her in a deep tone, sounding almost as concerned about her need to finish as she is. Damn, I could have her so close and finger fuck her all day.
