told it, I burst out in uncontrollable laughter.
“Are you laughing at me?” Farron hissed, her hands on her hips, pushing her ample breasts up further out of her sexy dress.
“No baby, I am laughing at the absurd idea that you think I won’t find you sexy under that tantalising dress. But just in case you don’t get it yet, here it is one more time.” Pulling on her hand, I yanked Farron into the room, shutting the door behind us before gentling my actions and taking her in my arms, one hand cupping her cheek.
“Trust me?” I asked, holding her face so she couldn’t hide her eyes from me.
“I do … but–”
“No. No buts, baby,” I argued softly but firmly. “Don’t ever think I could ever be disappointed.” Releasing her face, I reached behind her neck and untied the ties that were holding up her dress. Holding the two ties in my fingers, I held them in place.
“Having you in my room, looking so sexy has me hard as steel, my heart is beating like crazy. I’m anxious as hell, but nothing is going to stop me from making love to you, baby,” I admitted, letting her see that she wasn’t the only one here who was nervous.
“You’re anxious? Why?” Farron asked, looking totally bewildered.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I looked in her eyes, saw the shock behind the golden-brown orbs, but I also saw something else, something close to love.
“Because you are all I have thought about for over a year. You here, with me. What if I don’t give you what you need? What if I am just as bad as he was? What if you aren’t impressed with me?”
Farron gasped, her hands coming up to clutch at my shirt.
“Nixx, no! Every time you touch me, my body lights up. Shivers and tingles run down my spine and flutter in my belly every time you are close or look at me,” Farron implored, surprising me with her vehemence to reassure me, but it was exactly what I needed for her to say to me. The fears I admitted to her were real, but I’d had an ulterior motive in expressing them to her. To show her that her fears were not that much different to mine. The only difference being, mine came from my own insecurities, not shoved down my throat by another person.
“Don’t you think it’s the same for me, Farron? I spent a year stalking you at work because I was too scared to approach you. Your beauty caught my eye first, well before I knew how beautiful you were on the inside. Kissing you, holding your hand, or having you in my arms makes me feel … so fucking much Farron, that sometimes I think my heart is going to burst right out of my chest.”
“Oh Nixx,” Farron breathed, her eyes filling with tears. Smiling up at me, her chin wobbling, she gave me a small nod, then took two small steps back from me, the ties of material slipping from my fingers, the dress’ bodice falling away, revealing breasts that were more than a handful and nipples the softest shade of pink. My throat worked up and down, not just from seeing Farron half-naked for the first time, but at her strength and courage to step out of her comfort zone and show me a part of herself that gave her anxiety and doubt.
Not that she need have worried because fuck me, her breasts were magnificent.
“Baby, dear god!” I rasped, staring like a pervert at her chest.
“Nixx? Help me out here, please?” It was the pleading and the break in her voice that shook me to my senses. There she was, standing before me baring herself, literally, and all she got from me was bug eyes and drool pooling at my mouth.
Stepping forward, I pressed myself to her, my shirt open so I felt the first contact of bare skin to bare skin, and I was lost.
“Farron, I … fuck I want you so bad.” My voice sounded like I swallowed gravel, my dick so hard from the contact of our bodies.
More. I wanted more of her bare to me, but I had to take this slow. Farron took the first step, trusting me. I had to let her take the lead, give her the control.
Dropping my head, I covered her mouth with mine, not able to wait for another second to taste her. It wasn’t breaking my rule, just succumbing to one need.