“What are you doing?” She laughs.
“I want my good morning kiss.” That’s the only explanation I give her as I carry her upstairs and then up another flight to my room.
“Your parents,” she hisses.
“They’ve both gone to work. It’s just you and me,” I say, swatting her ass lightly. She giggles, and my smile widens. She’s happy. Now all I have to do is figure out how to keep that up while we’re hundreds of miles away from each other.
Once in my room, I carry her to my attached bathroom and set her on the counter. Reaching under the cabinet, I pull out a new toothbrush and hand it to her. “Chop chop,” I say, reaching for my own toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste that’s on the counter.
“Now, who’s bossy?” she asks.
“I’m going to brush my teeth, and as soon as I’m done, I’m claiming my good morning kiss. You better get to it,” I say, placing a glob of toothpaste onto my brush, running it under some water, and sticking it in my mouth. I watch her as she giggles but does the same thing.
I spit, and use my hand like a cup and rinse my mouth. She does the same, and I don’t even let her wipe her mouth off with the towel before my lips crash against hers. This time, she opens for me. She moans as she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
My cock is nestled between her thighs, and I can’t help but notice that this is the perfect angle and position. If we were naked, I could slide into her heat and feel her warmth on my cock. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about sex. A few girls have had me so worked up that I contemplated maybe taking things further, but I always backed off. That trust just wasn’t there.
With Peyton, I wouldn’t have an ounce of hesitation. If she was ready, if we were ready, I would make her mine. My cock twitches just thinking about it.
“You’re, uh…” She pulls back and looks down where I’m pressing against her pussy. “We should probably stop. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She drops her legs, but I capture them, bringing them back around my waist.
“Never apologize for kissing me, Peyton.”
“But you’re… uncomfortable.”
“Nothing Rosey can’t fix,” I tell her.
She stiffens, and I realize my mistake.
I lift my hand and grin. “Peyton, meet Rosey palm. She and my cock are very well acquainted.”
Her mouth drops open, and then she’s laughing. We’re talking hysterical, head-tilted back, belly laughing. “Oh my God.”
“No other woman in my life but you, Peyton. I know it’s going to take time for us to build that trust, but I’m telling you there is no one but you.”
“I only want you.”
“You want me, huh?”
“Yeah, I… yes.”
“Are you wet for me?” I bend my knees to look at her in the eye.
“Stop. It’s embarrassing.”
“Fuck that. It’s not embarrassing. It’s hot as fuck. You need me to take care of you?” In my head, I’m begging her to say yes.
“What about you?”
“I asked first.”
“You can if I can.”
Fuck me.
My hands rest on either side of her face, and I make sure I have her full attention. “Tell me what you want, Peyton.”
“I want to take care of this,” she says, running her fingers over the crotch of my shorts.
“You first. Tell me,” I urge her.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Hey.” I bend my knees again so we are eye to eye. “It’s just me. We’re about to embark on a crazy-as-fuck adventure of dating, living states away from each other. Communication is going to be key for us. Never be ashamed or embarrassed about what you want or how you feel. Not with me, Peyton. Never with me.”
“What if I told you that I want you to fuck me?” Her cheeks are bright red.
“I’d take you to my bed and give you what you want.”
“Griffin,” she breathes.
“I know it’s you. I can’t explain it, but I know it deep in my gut. So if you want me to fuck you, I’ll do it.”
“I-I’m not there yet.”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“Your hands, and maybe… maybe your mouth.”
“Maybe?”
“Only if you want. I don’t know if all guys like that sort of thing, and I’ve never, so… never mind. Just forget I said it.”
“No.” No fucking way can I forget that she said that. I’m going to give her what she wants. Picking her up in my arms, I carry her to my bed. Setting her down gently on the mattress, I move to the door and shut and lock it just in case my parents do happen to come home while we’re here. Walking back to the bed, I watch her intently as she stares at me. Her chest is rising and falling with rapid breaths, and she’s squeezing her hands into fists.