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There’s something different about Phoenix tonight. It’s almost as if she’s ready to accept what I’m offering her, what I’ve been trying to show her is possible in her life. I’m afraid of believing it because if I’m wrong it will crush me.
I want her to see that her life doesn’t have to be about keeping people away so fucking badly. Getting her to agree to a date was a big enough hurdle. I know how tall her walls are, but I’m determined as hell.
Being able to sit with her and share a meal as we’ve talked and learned about each other is a bigger gift than she even realizes. I feel closer to her, and she’s let me peek deeper inside of her. She’ll never know how much I appreciate her willingness to let me in, even if only a little bit.
When we’re done with dinner, I don’t want the night to be over. Hell, I don’t ever want to be away from my woman. My heart sinks at the idea of taking her home and not being with her, but I push it aside because I don’t want anything to ruin this night.
When we’re settled into my car again, the end of the night looms and I swallow hard. The quiet around us is filled with tension, but there’s a peacefulness within it as well. We don’t have to fill the silence; we can just be.
As I pull up to her apartment building, dread fills me. When Phoenix turns to me, I let the doubt take over because I can’t read the expression on her face. I’m sure she’s going to tell me that while this was fun, she doesn’t want to do it again.
It won’t make me give up. I’ll never give up. But it will make things more difficult for me. I don’t want the night to end at all.
“Do you,” she nibbles on her bottom lip in the most adorable way, her voice uncertain, “want to come up?” I open my mouth to tell her I’d love to, but before I can she rushes out, “I don’t want the night to be over just yet.”
I grip the back of my woman’s neck and pull her closer, meeting her halfway. As my lips hover over hers, I whisper, “I don’t want the night to ever end, my Firestorm. I’d love to come up.” I search her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” her voice is strong.
When I kiss her, there’s a yearning there. For more. For everything. She kisses me back with the same vigor as I do her. As her lips part for me, I don’t waste time and slip my tongue into her mouth so I can taste her, so I can savor her.
She moans into my mouth and it takes everything in me to pull away from her. My eyes roam her beautiful face and I’m struck with just how fucking lucky I am. I wanted her from the moment I saw her and it’s taken time to get us to this point.
I waited to make my first move and she tried to play it off like it was only one night when I knew it was the first night. Then I had to continue to show up to prove I wasn’t going anywhere. Convincing her to go out with me could have gone differently, but look where we are now.
I feel like I’m fucking floating as we head up to her place. I don’t think I’ve ever had a better date or a better night and I know it’s all because of her. Because I’ve gotten to spend it with her.
She has no idea how much she means to me and she’s not ready to hear it. One day she will be, and I’ll ensure I’m there to tell her. I won’t let her doubt. I won’t let her second-guess.
The moment the door swings shut behind us, I grip my woman’s hip and turn her toward me. Her brown eyes are big and round as she looks up at me, as if she’s unsure of what happens now. Maybe she is because she’s never allowed herself to get this far.
I know other men might be pissed that she’s been the one to live her life by putting notches on her bedpost. I couldn’t care less. I wasn’t the first, but I’m damn sure going to be the last man in her bed. That’s all that matters.
Phoenix has been unapologetically her and I admire that. Why should there be a double standard when it comes to sex? Women who enjoy it and have multiple partners are looked down upon while men who do the same are considered studs. It doesn’t make any fucking sense to me.
“Phoenix,” I rasp, “what do you want?”
Her hands come up and connect with my chest, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. “You,” she whispers and looks away, uncertainty clouding her face. When she looks at me again, there’s determination there. “I just want you.”
“You have me, my little Firestorm.”
My hands plunge into my woman’s hair, the color of fire, and I grip tight as I pull her flush against me. My mouth hovers over hers, almost touching, as we breathe together and the tension between us rises with each exhale. Her eyes are sparkling, full of anticipation and need.
When I can’t take it anymore, my mouth takes hers in a brutal kiss. The way she moans has my cock throbbing against the fly of my jeans. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been deep inside my woman.
I don’t know where her room is, and I don’t care. I maneuver us over to the couch, sitting and pulling my woman to straddle my lap. I nip at her bottom lip as my hands clamp down on her hips to help her grind down against my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan, “I need to be inside of you. It’s been too long.”
When she pulls back and sits up, there’s a naughty smile on her face as she circles her hips the other way, making me almost lose my load in my damn jeans. “It hasn’t been that long,” she teases me.
“Too fucking long,” I growl and use my grip on her hips to stand her up in front of me.
I’m quick to undress her, watching intently as I expose her body. I’m so fucking hungry for her and the moment her pussy is exposed, my mouth starts to water. I remember just how good she tasted.
“Next time I’m going to feast on your pussy, but I need to be inside of you,” there’s a plea in my voice and I don’t even try and hide it.
Phoenix undoes my jeans before pulling them down as I raise my hips to help her along. When my cock springs free, she stares at me, licking her lips as I drip pre-cum from the tip. I take a few deep breaths to try and center myself, but I know it’s practically useless to even try.
