“Yeah?” she murmurs after a pause.
“I don’t want to lie to you.”
She shifts in her seat, her thighs pressed together, drawing my gaze to their full lusciousness. “Okay…”
“The apartment you’re staying in, it isn’t mine—”
“Oh, no. It’s not another woman’s, is it?”
“What?” I snarl, glancing sharply at her. “No, never. Never. No one else interests me.”
“So you’ve never been with anyone else?”
“When I was younger, I had a few short relationships. But for the past decade… no, Autumn, you’re the only person I’ve kissed, or done anything intimate with.”
Her eyes widen. “But you must’ve had so many chances.”
I groan. “Yeah, maybe I did. But no one ever interested me. I started to think I’d never find anyone… and then I saw you.”
She clasps her hands in her lap, inches from her bare thighs, making me picture what she’d look like if she started to rub her hot slit. I imagine her slipping her finger inside of herself the week after we met, my excitable eighteen year old obsession, bringing herself to an orgasm as she stared at pictures of me online.
“Ten years,” she whispers. “That’s so long to go without… you know.”
“You were worth the wait,” I say. “More than worth it. I would’ve waited a hundred for you.”
She touches my forearm. My thoughts are so filled with carnal fantasies, that the simple touch has my body going tight and the heat growing in every part of me.
“So whose apartment is it?” she asks.
“I rented it the day I told you that you could stay there. I knew you might not want it if I told you I was going to rent a whole new place… I knew it would lead to questions about why I’d be willing to do that.”
“I understand,” she says. “As far as lies go, Asher, that’s hardly a bad one. But let’s not make a habit of it.”
I smirk. “Are you getting bossy with me, Autumn?”
“It’s not a big deal, but… maybe.”
We laugh together at what’s swiftly becoming our favorite inside joke, and mentally I count the seconds until I can get her alone, in bed, where my virgin belongs.
I settle Egil down, taking him onto the balcony to do his business, and then give him a bone to munch on.
Autumn is waiting for me in the bedroom, making it difficult to focus on anything but the thought of her, and our closeness, our future, and our everything.
Once Egil has calmed down, I stalk through my apartment. I take slow measured steps because if I walk too fast Egil gets excited and runs after me, tracking me as though we’re going on an adventure.
But it’s an effort to keep my footsteps steady, and as I walk down the hallway toward my bedroom, I pick up the pace.
I push open the door slowly, thinking about the elevator ride up, when I couldn’t help but play with her beautiful delicious round ass. Squeezing it together, pressing down on her flesh, it made my cock so hard my precome-slick helm nearly ripped the seam of my pants.
Autumn is sitting on the edge of the bed, the lamps lit, filling the room with a warm yellow glow. The light catching the color of her dress.
Her cheeks are red and I can read a spark of something in her eyes, maybe concern that she might look silly. With her legs crossed, her thighs pressed together, leaning back slightly with her breasts on display.
She looks like everything good in the world. But silly, she never could, not when she’s so bravely exploring her sexuality.
“Is he okay?” Autumn murmurs.
I grunt in response. I can hardly speak. Walking over to her, I reach down and pull her to her feet. She giggles as I wrap my arms around her and bring my lips to hers, and then the laughter stops.
All we can focus on is the feeling of our bodies, our mouths.
Sliding my hand up her leg, I push her panties aside and stroke her pussy with my fingers. She’s already soaked, her panties wet, her hole slick as I circle it with my fingertip. She gasps and shivers against me.
“You’re fucking drenched,” I growl.
She stares wide-eyed up at me, like my personal plaything caught is a trap she never wants to escape.
“You make me so…”
She trails off when I slip my finger inside of her.
It slides in easily, even as her virgin hole tightens around it. I slide it higher and higher, and then grab her ass with my other hand, moving under her dress so I can feel her bare skin.
Her ass cheeks vibrate and shake for me as I finger-fuck her faster, warning myself to take it slow, that she’s never done this before. But the beast inside of me hates the idea of going slow, urging me to pommel her young innocent slit.