I wound my finger around one of her braids and slowly ran my rough fingers over the plait.
“Why do you always have your hair in braids?” I wondered, finding the hair tie that was holding her hair tightly in place with my fingers and tugging on it without any thought to what I was doing.
“I swear to God, I’m always getting food in it. Even when it’s in a ponytail. So I started braiding it to keep it out of my face and out of my mouth. Wearing lip gloss and having your hair blowing all over the damn place isn’t the greatest, either.” She paused. “But there’s really no reason,” she sighed, her breath hitching when I tugged the ends of her hair. “That feels good.”
I grinned. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I love when my hair is played with. Sometimes I lay on the couch, placing my head in whoever’s lap that just so happens to be there, and make them play with it.”
I looked down at my lap, then at the swing.
There was still plenty of room. “Lay your head down in my lap, then.”
She didn’t hesitate. One second she was upright, and the next she was laying down.
The thunder, lightning, and wind didn’t affect her even the slightest.
“Can I take your braids all the way out?” I asked, fingering the hair tie at the end.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The whisper got caught on the wind, half of it disappearing before it could even reach my ear, but I took her nod of assent and ran with it.
Tugging both ponytails free of her hair, I diligently pulled her hair completely free of the confines she had them in. It wasn’t until they were all the way out, her hair flowing wild and free, that I realized just how much hair she actually had.
“Holy shit,” I said as I sifted my fingers through it. “Your hair is really fucking long and thick.”
She snorted. “Why do you think I braid it? I wasn’t kidding when I said it was always in the way.”
She really wasn’t.
And as she laid in my lap and I played with her hair, alternatively running my fingers through it and scratching her scalp, she started to moan.
“I’m not sure if you making those noises makes me want to stop or keep going,” I admitted.
She muttered something under her breath and finished with, “Just keep doing it.”
Laughing, I did exactly like she asked.
It was somewhere in between the moment that I tugged her hair all the way free and when I sifted my fingers through her hair that it happened.
I fell in love.
Deep.
Hard.
Forever.
A loud clap of thunder shook the porch so hard that she startled, turned her face into my crotch, and then found the long column of my cock that I couldn’t conceal when she was that close.
When her lips skimmed over the cloth that covered my cock, I froze, unsure what to do.
She didn’t move her face, though.
I didn’t move her face.
Her face just stayed there, covering my cock, until suddenly things just…exploded.
We both moved at once.
I really couldn’t tell you who it was that made the first move because it seemed like we both came to the decision at the exact same time.
One second her mouth was pressed against my jeans, and the next my hands were in her armpits hauling her up my body.
Her hair started to blow around us as the wind picked up, and the blanket was ripped from between us and tossed somewhere to the side as we both tried to get at each other at the same time.
Her hands went to my neck, pulling me closer as she closed the distance as well.
Then her mouth was closing over mine.
I took control then, pulling her ass down hard to grind my cock up into her as I also delved my tongue into her mouth.
She gasped at the sensation, her tongue hesitantly playing with mine, making my cock jerk at the almost innocent touch.
“This is such a bad idea.”
Her words echoed my thoughts, but neither one of us stopped.
We couldn’t.
With every bit of resistance I had left, I pulled away from her with a breathless curse.
“If you want to stop…we should do it now,” I panted. “Because if we get to the point where my cock hits the open air…I’m not going to be able to stop myself. It’s been years…years. And I have no control. I’m just…shot. Totally and completely unable to find the control—or the desire—to stop. And I don’t have it in me to be gentle.”
She bit her lip, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing came in chaotic bursts.
Then she said the three words that would almost force me to take it carefully…if we were fucking doing it anymore.
But the moment I heard the words come out of her mouth, I shook my head and started to push her away.