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I still can't believe the girl of my dreams has agreed to be my wife.
My wife. Mine.
I suddenly stand and lift Kiera into my arms, cradling her against my chest, the need to claim her for my own thrumming through me.
"I can't wait another minute to be inside you, Kiera. I've waited years for you." My voice comes out as a growl, but Kiera doesn’t seem to mind.
Her breath hitches, and I watch as a flush creeps across her face and down her neck. Her little chest heaves up and down as she admits, "I've waited years for you too. Please, make me yours, Josh."
Fuuck.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
My dick is a rod of steel in my pants as I carry her as swiftly as I can from out of the club and down the street to the dorm we share together.
She's light as a feather, but I'm practically sprinting to get us there as quickly as possible.
Her little arms are curled around my neck, and I can feel her breath panting out against my skin as I carry her over the threshold of our dorm room and kick the door shut behind us.
As soon as the door shuts, I'm slamming her against the wall, my mouth devouring hers. I'm like an uncaged beast that's been set free at long last. I try to slow down and calm myself, but I can't.
I finally pull back from her, my chest heaving and my hands shaking.
"Kiera," I croak out her name. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be gentle. I don't want to scare you, baby."
She's looking up at me with wide eyes. "You don't scare me," she reassures me. Her face flushes as she adds, "I love your intensity. I just…" She worries that damn bottom lip between her teeth before she confesses, "I've never done anything, Josh."
I exhale a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, relieved that's her only reservation. "I know, baby." I kiss her knuckles reverently. "And fuck, do I love that. I love the fact that it'll only ever be me inside you."
"I just don't want to disappoint you—" she begins, but I cut her off with an incredulous laugh.
"Are you kidding me, Kiera? You're every fantasy and wet dream I've ever had. You could never disappoint me. And I'll tell you a secret." I hold her eyes intently as I bare my truth to her. "I've never done this before either. It'll be my first time too."
Kiera's mouth falls open, and my brows furrow at her shocked look. "You know I've never dated, Kiera. Why does the knowledge that I'm a virgin too shock you so much?"
Her throat works for a moment before she manages to say, "I know you didn't date, but I know that a lot of guys don't date. They just…" she trails off before she adds, "you know…they just have sex with girls when they need to get off or whatever."
I spear my fingers into Kiera's hair, knocking the pins loose until those beautiful blond curls come tumbling down around her shoulders. "I was waiting for you. When I needed to get off, I thought of you."
Her face flushes as she asks me, "You did? You thought of me while you…you…"
My lips tip up into a grin. A flustered, shy Kiera is actually pretty adorable. I'm so used to my best friend being completely outspoken with no filter, but seeing her blush shyly up at me like this is an aphrodisiac all its own. "While I jacked off. Fuck yes, baby. It was always you I thought of. Only you that could ever get me hard like that."
She licks her lips before she admits, "I always thought of you too, but I could never…never…you know."
Her face flushes beet red, and I snap.
I fucking snap.
Hearing Kiera admit that she stroked her little virgin pussy to thoughts of me but that she's never been able to have an orgasm on her own is my undoing.
I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom as I tell her. "Well, I'm here now, baby, and I'm going to give you exactly what you need. You're going to have your first orgasm on my tongue right where you're supposed to."
Before she can say anything else, I pull her little yellow dress off until she's standing before me in nothing more than a simple pair of white cotton panties.
She must be embarrassed because she whispers, "I didn't wear a thong tonight because I knew I wanted to dance, and I wanted to be comfortable."
"You're perfect," I tell her honestly. Christ, she has no idea how much just the sight of her in those little white panties is turning me on. "It doesn't matter what you wear. It's not your lingerie or clothes, baby. It's you," I tell her, never meaning anything more.
