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“Sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you all that.” She says, a faint blush on her cheeks, “Bet that cooled your obsession with me, huh?”
Am I imagining things or do I detect a hint of uncertainty and dismay in her voice?
“Was that your intention?” I ask her, “If so, it failed spectacularly. The only thing keeping me from fucking you face down in the grass right now is the fact I want you to be mine and mine only when I do.”
“Are drugs, violence, and poverty your kinks or something?” She says, carefully avoiding the minefield that is my previous response.
“You told me the story of a girl with enough willpower, strength, and grit to power an entire continent. That’s what I heard.”
I watch her cheeks color prettily, pleased at my compliment.
My need for her is throbbing in my cock and my temple and seeing this softer, more vulnerable side to her is not fucking helping.
Standing up, I dust the dirt and grass off my ass as I watch her do the same, dreaming of when I’ll be able to bury my face in it.
I hand her her bag, which she accepts with a whispered ‘thanks’, and pick up mine.
“Let me give you a lift.” I say again, my tone somewhere between a question and a request.
She seems to hesitate for a second before she shakes her head, thinking better of it.
The spell is broken around whatever earlier safe space made us both spill our deepest, darkest secrets to each other. Now she’s withdrawing back safely behind her defenses.
“No.”
“It’s late.”
“I’ll be alright.”
I tip my chin, acknowledging what she said.
We stand awkwardly in front of each other for a moment, unsure how to say goodbye.
It’s not something we usually do.
Finally she seems to decide something, opens her arms slightly, walks up to me and wraps them around me in a hug.
I’m sure a hug seemed like a safe goodbye to her in theory, but now she's pressed completely against me and I can feel her entire body.
I can feel the shape of her curves as they mold against mine.
The way I completely dwarf her when she’s pressed against me.
How the top of her head doesn’t even reach my chin.
Inexplicably, I’m drunk on the most innocent physical contact I’ve had in my life and I’m about to come in my pants like a nervous virgin.
Thayer shifts slightly so she can press her cheek against my chest and the resulting movement has her brushing against my cock.
My angry, hard cock, tenting against the band of my shorts.
She stills, surprised.
The entire world feels like it comes to a shuddering stop around us as I wait to see what she does next.
Tentatively, she shifts again, rubbing her hips against my dick on a downstroke. He twitches, too happy to finally have her attention, and my eyes flutter close.
My hand falls to her waist, my fingers digging into her jersey-covered skin, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to touch her bare.
