Captivated

Until then, we’d kept it to after school in the evenings; then I’d spend the weekend climbing the walls because she didn’t want her sister knowing about the phone I’d gotten her and so would only sneak a call in when no one was around.

Anyway, that Sunday, she must’ve been dying of the sight of me too because she agreed without making any fuss. Like I said, she was so sweet I was already planning to wait until we were married to fuck, but then she showed up in those damn grey tights. Fuck me…

I’m not one to make rash decisions, but with her, everything I did was against the norm. If she were anyone else, I would’ve fucked and bounced already. That day before I saw her, I’d had all plans to show her around the park.

I’d already talked myself into playing shit out the way you do with a nice girl. I was thinking of ways of getting around her asshole brother in law, like maybe waiting until she graduated in a few weeks. One look at her ass in those things and it was game over; her time had run out.

“Michele, look at me.” She’d been talking my ear off more than usual, but I don’t think I heard half of what she’d said. Figures, the day she decides to open up, my eyes were fixed on her ass. I couldn’t hear shit that came out of her mouth. I’m an ass man, oh fuck am I an ass man, and this girl had the most perfect ass in creation.

She stopped talking and looked at me. “Come home with me.” I didn’t say so much as a question or even a suggestion; it was a statement of fact. I called Dray, who was somewhere outside the park in the car like the hump he is because I can’t walk through fucking Central Park without a shadow and walked her out through the next exit.

She was nervous as hell because she knew what was coming, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Except show her once we got back to my place that everything was going to be okay. I didn’t pussyfoot around once I unlocked the door and walked her in.

She’d started to head to the bank of windows that overlooked that side of the park, but I’d picked her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom down the hall. To ease her fear, I didn’t prolong shit once I got her in there. I just put her down on her feet next to the bed and took her face in my hands.

I couldn’t believe this would be our first kiss; by now, she’d have been fucked to within an inch of her life, and my dick would’ve moved on. But as I lowered my lips to hers, still keeping my eyes on hers, I knew in my gut that those days were over.

The first taste of her lips was ambrosia; the soft strawberry flavored gloss she wore was gone in seconds as I dove in, sending my tongue damn near to the back of her throat. Even the way she kissed, so innocent, barely opening her mouth beneath mine until I coaxed her with my tongue, went straight to my heart.

I started undressing her while she was distracted by my tongue playing in her mouth, and she didn’t realize until I took off my own shirt, and she felt the smooth warmth of my chest. “Don’t panic; this is natural. I was going to wait until we get married, but those tights did you in babe.”

She started at my words, a look of surprise coming over her face. I hadn’t mentioned marriage to her before, and there was no way for her to know where my mind was going, but I was happy to see that she didn’t seem too opposed to the idea.

Not that it would’ve mattered because I’m that guy. The kind who won’t let his woman walk away from him for any reason. The kind who wouldn’t take no for an answer in a situation like this. “Finish undress me.”

She looked down at my pants, which is all that was left once I kicked off my shoes, and her little hands trembled when she reached for the tab of my zipper, which felt like forever. I was hoping by then, she didn’t see my dick and grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Never mind, I’ll do it.” If she gets a look at the anaconda, she will run screaming outta here. Better let her feel him first. I drew her back into my arms for another kiss and to feel her soft breasts pressed into my chest.

The kiss this time grew heated real fast, maybe because we both knew what the other tasted like. I used the fact that she was distracted once again to lose my slacks and eased her over to the bed that the maid had already made.