want her to regret this tomorrow morning. I want to make her love me the way I love her, and if I have to wait, as hard as it may be, I will do it. I will gladly sacrifice what I want now, for a lifetime of this.
“I’m happy right now.” I cup her cheek, and she nuzzles into it. “You have no clue how happy you make me, Mary. Look at me.”
Her eyes shift up to mine.
I try to tell her with my own eyes, how I mean every single word of what I’m about to tell her. With every ounce of willpower I have, I make her see the truth. “If tonight ended right now, I would be the happiest man on the planet. I don’t want to ruin anything. We don’t have to do this, if you’re not comfortable with it. I don’t want you to regret…”
“I know.” She walks past me, into my living room.
I mentally fist pump. This may be the best night of my life. No, it definitely is. I turn to see her checking out my apartment. It’s such a bachelor pad, and I worry about what she thinks, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she takes everything in.
“You want a drink?”
“No.” She shakes her head, then turns around and shows me that gorgeous face of hers. She walks up and kisses me again, then tugs at my shirt and says, “I want you.”
This. Is. Happening.
It’s Mary. I’m doing this with Mary.
I kiss along her neck, up to her ear, and whisper, “What do you like?”
She rolls her hips into me when my mouth meets her ear, and groans out, “I-I don’t know.”
“Are you a virgin?” The words come out before I can stop them. I don’t know if I want to know the answer.
She shakes her head lightly. “No, I was with one man, a long time ago.”
Rage courses through me at the thought of another man being inside her, but there’s no way he treated her the way I will, will make her feel as good as I’m about to.
I cup her face with my palms and say, “We’ll go slow.”
She nods against my hands.
“I will take care of you. You’ll be safe, okay? And we can stop any time you want.”
She nods a little, and I scoop her up in my arms, bridal style, and carry her toward my bedroom. Her arms hook around my neck, and she buries her head in the crook of my shoulder. I think I might be in heaven right now.
When we get there, I cringe at how messy it is, but Mary doesn’t seem to mind. I lay her down gently on my bed and kiss her again. Her hands roam my chest and back, and there’s no experience on earth like Mary pressed up against me, breathing heavily, writhing under me at every touch.
I secretly log every single reaction, learning her body, so I know what she likes and doesn’t. She has on another midi-skirt, and I reach down for the hem, then pull it up to her waist, exposing her panties.
Her hips grind, searching for my hand, like she needs to feel me against her. I take my time, kissing down her neck and across her collar bone as my hand slides down to the inside of her thigh.
Mary’s thighs.
Fuck, I’ve dreamed about what it’d feel like between them. They’re smooth, creamy, freshly shaven as the side of my hand brushes against her pussy over her panties. I reach my hand down them and squeeze.
She’s so damn hot and wet it radiates against my skin. I might come in my pants instantaneously. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, and her hips grind back and forth. Her pussy is shaved bare, and I groan at how it feels against my hand. I can already smell her; know how she’ll taste before I’ve gone down on her.
It brings out an animalistic instinct, thousands of years of evolution kicking in at once with this unbelievable urge to be inside her.
I growl against her ear. “Did you do this for me?” I squeeze my hand tighter around her shaved pussy.
She squirms a little when I grip her, then nods lightly, her eyes closed shut.
Fucking hell, she knew she wanted to do this before we even went on the date. My eyes roam her body, savoring each second before I taste every inch of her, pull every lever to make her come undone in my bed.