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I look at her.
But she’s not like that. Is she? I thought the princess was going to be spoiled without a thought in her head.
She’s not like that at all.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I prejudged you.”
“Yeah,” she says. “I kinda prejudged you too.”
Her eyes rest on mine. My gaze moves to her lips. Raspberry and glistening, wanting to be kissed so badly.
“Kiss me,” she whispers. “Please.”
I stare into those Broadway-blue eyes, and I know I’ve had a good run. I’ve held off as long as I possibly could. She wants me to kiss her, and I want to give her what she wants. I lean forward, finally pressing my lips against hers.
As I kiss her, my tongue swiping between her lips, tasting her sweet mouth, I know this is more than just a kiss. This is me, opening an old wound. Risking everything. The longer I kiss her, the more certain I am that this kiss could lead to very bad things.
Finally crossing the line and kissing her leads to us kissing more. Which leads to my hand going up her shirt. Which leads to her taking off said shirt and slipping out of her bra. She’s a vision, those beautiful bare breasts, the reflection of the firelight licking her skin and pretty nipples. I lean forward, teasing her pert nipple with the tip of my tongue. She moans, running her hands through my hair.
I take off my shirt, holding her against me so I can feel the warmth of her bare skin against mine. We quickly lose our pants, me hard and throbbing, aching to be inside her for the second time tonight. I dip my finger inside her. She’s already so wet. I finger her, kissing her neck, her ear, till she’s even wetter.
She collapses against the couch. I crawl over her, press my left hand at the side of her head, sinking into the soft cushion as I balance my weight, hovering over her.
She’s so pretty as I stare down at her. “You want this?”
“I want this so bad.” She gazes up at me. “Please.”
The urge to kiss her comes again and I have to, pressing my lips against hers. I move inside her mouth, tasting her tongue. She parts her legs for me, and I shove my way between them, pushing the head of my cock against her slick opening.
I hold it there, the head of my cock throbbing against her wet, warm skin. Our eyes stay locked, a feeling twisting my insides but in the very best way. She lazily brings her hands to the back of my head, raking fingers through my hair.
“You sure?” I say. “Once I’m inside you, you can never take it back.”
“Wouldn’t want to,” she says. She slides her hips downward, pressing against me.
I push inside of her, trying to be gentle, but my body demands instant gratification. “God, you’re so tight.” I kiss her forehead, her cheeks. I push in further. She gives a little moan. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, God, that feels so good.” She nestles her face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Her warmth, her breath against my skin, I feel so close to her in this moment. She’s wet, ready, I can feel it. I push forward, thrusting into her, my cock fully inside her now, dominating her tight pussy.
She’s exhaling, moaning my name, her name for me. “Sav, oh God, Sav.”
It turns me on when she calls me Sav. No one has before. I like the way she says it. I like the way it sounds when she moans. When I’m making her feel good. When I’m turning her on.
It’s easier to enter her this time now that I’ve paved the way. She’s more relaxed, more confident than when we were in the kitchen. She’s finding her groove, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, her hips moving. Our eyes meet. I slip a hand beneath her head, cupping it, my fingers tangling in her silky hair. My other hand goes under her ass, hugging her to me while I thrust into her.
Curved around her like this, I feel so close to her. It’s been a long time since I felt this emotionally connected to someone else. For so long I thought I was hung up on that other girl, but now I’m wondering if that was just a passing, unhealthy infatuation.
This, being inside Paisley, feels good. Good as in good. Not just sexually. It feels good. Right. I don’t know—wholesome? My mind retracts that thought. Wholesome is the very last word for what I’m doing.
Deflowering the virgin fiancée-to-be.
This small, cozy cabin. The smell of wood. The warmth of the fire. The soft glow of the light. Her body, warm and soft and inviting, wanting me. The sex starts off soft and sweet, me holding her closer, our bodies rocking together.
Then something shifts. She gets a naughty glint in her gaze. She wriggles her body, letting me know she wants to switch. I flip us over, making a mental note to send Anni a new couch, and I’m lying on the couch, Paisley sitting on top of me.
“God. I know you’re beautiful but seeing you on top of me…” My words trail off as I take her in. The firelight warms her skin. Her mussed hair falls around her face, sexy and messy. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips dark pink from our kissing. Her pretty breasts are there for my personal viewing and I can’t look away.
She runs her warm, open hands over my bare chest. I grab her hips, staring at her as she rolls her hips. At first, she’s a bit self-conscious, never having done this before, but with a few bucks from her cowboy and some encouraging words, she gets into a rhythm, riding me hard. “There you go, baby. Get what you want, baby. Ride me, princess. Make your body feel good.”
