“Why don’t we eat and feed Max before we go upstairs?” she says sweetly, tugging me toward the kitchen.
Sighing, the mood interrupted even though my dick hasn’t acknowledged it yet, I follow her. It’s probably for the best anyway. I don’t want to rush things with her. We have time, it’s probably better if we slow down. I don’t want to risk scaring her with how much I want her.
Her innocence is glaringly obvious. I don’t know what it makes me, but I can’t wait to have it all to myself. Knowing I will be the only man to have her makes me want her even more.
Neither of us have said much since we sat down at the table with the pizza between us. Faye just picks the toppings off her slice, her eyes locking on mine before roaming over my chest and arms. I can't stop looking at her either. There is a mischievous sparkle in her gaze and a shy tease in her smile as she sinks her pearly teeth into the plump cushion of her bottom lip, peeking at me through her lashes.
She is openly flirting with me, and I am loving every damn second of it.
The admiration on her face as her eyes devour every inch of me she can see drives me insane.
“Come here,” I say, pushing my chair back from the table as she gets up from hers and sashays over to me. She stands beside me for a moment before I take her hand and tug her onto my lap, drawing her head to my chest as I hold her.
I need her close to me. I don't want to frighten her with how desperately I want to possess her. I can feel my heart thundering, and take a few slow breaths, trying to calm myself down.
When I have control of myself I lift her face and caress her lips with mine.
An almost silent moan whispers out of her mouth and I taste it on my tongue as I gain entrance and glide it against hers. Her fingernails dig into the fabric of my t-shirt before her arms slide around my neck with a shuddering sigh. Her surrender to my touch lights me up inside. It’s everything I ever wanted.
She is everything I have ever wanted.
Retreating, I wait for her eyelids to lift lazily before asking, “Can I take you up to bed, Sweetpea?”
She leans closer, pressing her breasts against me and tracing the tip of her tongue along my lip. “Yes. Please,” she whispers, and as soon as the words are spoken I stand.
Lifting her up, I carry her to our bed, never breaking our kiss, knowing in my heart that I can’t let this go any farther than kisses. Not tonight. Taking care of her means protecting her, even if it’s from my own desires. Fuck! Doing the right thing is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Faye
It’s hard for me to believe that this is happening. I can't get enough of his kisses, which is good because he hasn't tried to do anything else.
I'm ready for more. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. My breasts are full and tight under my baggy t-shirt, my tightly budded nipples aching against the soft worn cotton. My panties are sticking to my slick pussy. I’m a little worried that I’m going to leave a wet spot on his abs where he grinds me against him as he takes the stairs, our mouths fused together in a blistering kiss. I love being carried this way, my arms and legs clinging to him, his huge hands cupping my ass and holding me in place. I could definitely get used to this.
He crosses to the bed with just a couple long strides before gently depositing me on the fluffy comforter and pressing a small kiss to my forehead. He takes a step back, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, a tight expression on his face.
“I’m going to let you get ready for bed then.” he murmurs, starting to turn back toward the hall.
“What? Why?” I hurriedly blurt out, tripping over my words as I scramble off the bed and get between him and the door. “Did I do something wrong?” That’s my biggest fear. That somehow I did something that made him change his mind. I thought he was bringing me upstairs for sex, not for sleep.
“Ah shit. No baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. You couldn’t.” his hands are on my again. Cupping my shoulders as he hauls me back against him and I feel the hardness of his erection pressing into my abdomen.
“Why then?” I whisper against his chest, arms circling his waist and holding on tight.
“Because Sweetpea, as much as I’d like to make love to you tonight it’s too soon.”
I shake my head in stubborn denial. I want him. I’ve wanted him for years, and now he’s telling me that I can’t have him? That’s so unfair!
“Yes, Faye. It is. You have been through a lot. I want to be sure that when we make love it’s because you are completely sure that it’s what you want. Not because you are relieved to be feeling safe, not out of any sense of gratitude, but simply because you want me as much as I want you.”
I do get the point he’s trying to make, but it’s so off base. I don’t want him to make love to me because I feel grateful! I want him to make love to me because I love him. Because I want him. Because I need him to make me his woman in every way possible.
I don’t say any of that though. I do understand his point, as much as I disagree with it I don’t want him to ever wonder if I have regrets. If waiting will give him that peace of mind then I will wait. I’ve already waited for him this long. A little longer won’t kill me. Even if the coiled pressure between my thighs begs to differ.
Giving his lean waist one last tight hug I step away from him with a little sigh.
“Ok Travis. If you don’t want me that’s ok.” I know it’s mean to tease, but if he’s going to make me wait, then it only seems fair that I make him suffer just a little bit.
Turning my back on him I walk toward the master bathroom, leaving him standing where I left him, as I pull his oversized t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. His ragged intake of breath makes me smile. Attempting to be seductive, I reach up to let my hair out of its ponytail and shake it out so that it cascades down my bare back. I can’t wait for the brown dye to fade out so that I can feel more like myself again.