Kissing Her

“All of them?” I whisper. “It’s too much, Ragnar.”

“No, it’s good for now.”

The woman smiles and does as he asks and leaves us alone again. The words for now repeat in my head and I remember he said he was going to take some back to his home.

“I don’t want to go home yet.” I drop my head to his chest as he slides me down his body and my feet touch the ground.

I’m going to have to deal with not only my parents but Melina. The dress that I loved two seconds ago, she’s going to have something nasty to say about it. It’s beautiful, so she’s either going to try and take it from me or she’ll tell me it looks ugly on me. Or she’ll really go for it and tell me I’m too chubby to wear something like this. The list of things goes on and on in my head. She ruins everything, even things that she loves. I’ll never understand her.

“We’re not going home. I’m going to feed you, little Bee.”

I feel relieved and smile up at him. I’ve got more time and that’s the most I can ask for right now.

“You’ll tell me what’s going on in that head of yours while we do it.” He wraps an arm around me and pulls me close to him.

As soon as we walk out of the dressing room he stops to sign a slip Grace is holding. She beams at me and tells me the dress I chose is her favorite on me. I blush because I’m not used to compliments or being the center of attention.

“There’s a nice steakhouse at the end of the mall on this side.” Ragnar motions and I follow along beside him. “Or we can go to the food court and you can get a little of everything.” I peek up to look at him and he’s smiling and shaking his head at me.

“That sounds wonderful,” I admit. “They have funnel cake.” I always see it but never get it. Melina always says it has too many calories when I suggest we get it, so we always end up over at Salad World.

“I’m pretty good at reading people, Bee, but if there’s something you want I need to hear you say it.” He stops walking to look down at me. “Do you understand?” His look is stern, but it’s not scary like the one he gave my sister.

“Yes,” I promise, and I’m going to try my best to keep it.

“That’s good, sweet girl.” He leans down and gives me another kiss and I melt into him. “Now say it,” he demands when he pulls his mouth from mine.

“I want to have sex with you,” I blurt out because that’s exactly what I want. Ragnar looks shocked at my words and it takes me a moment to realize he meant for me to say what I wanted to eat. My whole face starts to heat and I don’t want to know what shade of pink I’m turning right now. Ragnar throws his head back and laughs so hard his whole body shakes. I love the sound coming from him as it rolls from his body into mine.

“I promise you, I’ll have every inch of you soon enough.” He wraps his big arm around me and holds me close as we walk. “But first I’m going to feed you.” I lean into his warmth and nod. “With me you’ll always come first, Bee.”

Chapter Ten

Ragnar

The sun is just beginning to set when I pull into the driveway of Bee’s parents’ home. I reluctantly let go of her hand as I get out and come around to open her door. Her sister is already opening the back and grabbing her shopping bags.

She met us after we had dinner in the food court and Bee got to sample things from all the restaurants. I should have known she would prefer to find out what she’s been missing instead of going to the steakhouse.

Watching her light up with every new bite and flavor was one of the highlights of my day. I think back to having my fingers inside her tight little pussy and that’s something I’ll never forget as long as I live.

Melina carries her bags into the house as I take Bee’s hand and only the one bag she wanted to bring inside with her. The trunk of my car is completely full, but she didn’t want her sister to know just how spoiled she was today. To a degree I understand her wanting to keep it private. I want to show everyone that she’s worth so much more.

Her fingers tighten around mine as we get to the door and I know that she doesn’t want to leave me as much as I don’t want to leave her. I turn to her just as we walk up the front steps and I whisper low so that we can’t be overheard.