“That’s the most…”
“Most what?” I asked after she paused.
“The most I’ve done. My family was super conservative. Orgasms were for reproductive purposes. Mixed with my failed mini-rebellion and my introverted nature, and I ended up with a lot of virtue but not much experience.”
The comment was enough provocation to have my cock straining, begging, needing immediate release. I pressed my hips into the counter wishing I could channel some of Missy’s virtue, and wondering how long before I’d be able to take all of it. “A rebellion?”
“It was stupid. Naked pictures, supposedly of me, ended up making the rounds. And I got in trouble because I knew about them and didn’t tell the teachers.” She waved it off dismissively.
“How is that a rebellion? More like undue punishment.”
“I liked the thought of guys looking at me naked. I wanted them to believe it was me.”
I worried if I asked for too many more details, the anger flaring inside of me would kill the mood. “But they weren’t of you.”
“No.” She shook her head.
Accepting her hint to move on, I focused on the moment and her desire to be recognized sexually. It was impossible for her to comprehend the full extent of what she was asking for when she’d told me not to hold back, but I couldn’t resist giving her another tidbit of what I loved about her.
Lifting my wet, sticky fingers in front of my mouth, I dragged my tongue across them and breathed in the evidence of her arousal while resisting sucking every last bit of it off my fingers.
She stared intently and her tongue drifted across her lips.
“You want to try it?”
Her mouth opened then she bit her lower lip. Raising her gaze to meet mine, she nodded.
I kissed my fingers then pressed them to her lips.
The cautious tip of her tongue sent bolts of electricity through me.
I swallowed hard. If she’d done that to my dick, I would have blown all over her face.
Taking a bigger lick, her mouth opened more and I tipped my fingers inside. The wet heat of her mouth sent my world into a tailspin.
She grabbed my wrist with both hands and sighed as she worked her tongue over the cream on my fingers, sliding them in and out of her naughty mouth. Her eyes rolled back before closing.
“You like the way you taste, baby?”
A faint nod of her head was the only answer. She dropped one hand behind herself and scooted closer to the edge of the counter.
With the exception of our clothes, her pussy was less than an inch from my straining erection. I prayed her wetness would soak through. I prayed for a lot of things that probably weren’t appropriate to pray for. “I’ve got something else you can suck on.”
The motions of her tongue slowed and her eyes opened halfway in a sexy gaze. She was a sexual Sleeping Beauty, and I was certain of what needed to be kissed. She dragged her lips off my fingers and said, “I want to, but can it wait?”
Fucking hell. We were so close. Stifling a scream, I stepped back, let my hand fall from her grip, and rubbed anguished cock. “I’ll wait for you.”
She tucked her fingers into my disheveled waistband and drew me forward, wrapping her legs around mine. “I want you, but not in my mouth.”
No words could explain the frenzy taking place in my mind as I struggled to assure myself I hadn’t misheard her comment.
Bowing her head and watching her fingers skim along the length of my covered erection, she took her time before studying me from under her lashes. “Please.”
“Baby, you’re going to kill me with these please and thank yous.”
“Sorry.” Her captivating giggle could double as food for my soul.
I shook my head, cupped my hands around her cheeks and brought her lips to mine. I needed to savor her one last time before claiming her innocence. One more time before our lives were forever joined. One more time since I’d already hopelessly abandoned myself to her.
Lingering in a slow, sweet kiss, I memorized the desire in her eyes, the tickle of her fingers over my back, and the singular hypnotizing scent of Missy, my one true love. Whispering against her lips, I asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I lowered my hands to her ass ready to pick her up but she pushed on my chest.
“I want to do it here.”
“Baby, let me take you to bed.” Not that the thought of our combined climaxes dripping onto the counter didn’t turn me on.
“Please.” She hesitated but traced her fingers over my abs. “My whole life has been proper and careful.”
“You don’t have to change for me. I fell in love with you, not some pretend version.”
Her hands stilled. “You…”
My heart raced. The words were out. She heard them this time. My hands trembled, waiting for her response, but I hadn’t said it properly. As much as she wanted to break free from being proper, she deserved to hear it. “Missy, I love you.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she tried to maintain a smile. “You don’t have to say that.”
“Yes, I do. I love you. And I’ll make love to you right here on the countertop if that’s what you want because your happiness is the most important thing in the world.”
She drew her knees up and wiggled out of her panties cueing me to get rid of my clothes.
Grabbing her ass and situating her to the very edge, my erection settled on the soft curls between her legs.
She gripped the edge of the counter and I couldn’t tell if her nervousness was because we were about to make love or if she was rethinking the bed option which definitely required a lower skill level.
“You good? I won’t let you fall. Put your feet here.” I guided her feet to stabilize her. “Or we can move to the bed.”
“Here. I want to be able to watch.”
Damn. Lowering my head between her legs, I nuzzled her pussy. Eliciting the expected squirm and squeal, I kissed her clit. The sexual Sleeping Beauty was officially awakened.
Her legs squeezed my head and I nodded my head to the side to get her to relax. I had to add a hand on her thigh to open her wider, but achieved full rein of her treasured cherry.
Her delicious taste and scent rocked my world.
She’d wanted to watch. I looked up and my eyes landed on hers, staring at me, convincing me there was indeed another side to Missy.
Her gaze dropped ever so slightly and she appeared to be taking in every detail of fucking my mouth.
Shudders racked her body and she pulled at my head but she hadn’t come.
I pressed my face into her, making sure my stubble was covered in her juices, then said, “Come on my face then I’ll fill you.”
“Fuck,” she murmured in a breathy voice.
I dove back in and ran my fingers over her slit, dying to push them in, but I was saving that for my cock since she’d already gotten off twice without me entering her.
The warmth of her hand on my head guided me into her rhythm before her hips bucked and the flood of her climax bathed my mouth and beard. With any luck, I’d wear her scent for days even if we didn’t make love again for some insane reason.
A gentle tug of her hand under my beard gave me the signal we were moving on.
Standing, I wiped my hand over my mouth breathing nothing but Missy for a couple more seconds.
I shifted her ass all the way back to the edge, positioned my tip in the heat of her entrance, and held her body close. Kissing her lips, I coated her in her own release.
She wrapped her legs around me, forcing my hips into her. “Now.”
“Let’s take our time.” With the tight fit of the top of her dress, there was no way I could get my hand under it so I worked her breast from over the fabric. “I haven’t even gotten you naked.”
“Will you do it like this? Leave my clothes on?”
“Anything you want.”
Her gaze dropped to my cock. “I want to know how it feels.�
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A guilty conscience got the best of me. I was ready to start a family with Missy, but wasn’t sure she’d want to get pregnant her first time. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“It’s okay.”
“You’re on the pill?”
“No.”
The admission sent possessiveness raging through me. I would take care of her in every way. The woman of few words was relenting to be mine.
“Tell me if you want me to stop or if it hurts. I’ll go slow.”
“Thanks.”
I shook my head at her politeness and fisted myself. Easing past her pink lips, I braced to be fully immersed in her.
Her gaze moved from our union to my eyes, which were fixed on her face. I’d never seen anything as beautiful as her expression the farther I pressed in. Surprise, pleasure, need… I couldn’t identify everything, but the mixture managed to beat how phenomenal her pussy felt stretching around my dick.
Her tightness challenged the pressure of my rigid cock every inch of the way. Pausing to let her body accept me, I made sure she had the best first experience possible. Fully seated, I was thankful we seemed to have avoided discomfort.
“I can hardly breathe,” she said, in a barely audible exhale. Her arms wrapped around me and her muscles contracted against my shaft.
“Relax, baby. It’ll be alright.” I slid an arm between us and massaged her clit while resisting the urge to slam into her.
“You feel so good.” She started shifting her hips back and forth.
The reassurance of her words, the seduction of her little thrusts, and the torture of her walls clamping around me deprived me of control. The pressure of my orgasm built quickly. I tried grabbing her hips to make her stop, but it was too late.
“Ty, yes, give it to me.” Her nipples beaded distinct nubs visible through her dress.
Gripping her hips harder, I feared bruising her, but I had to keep her stable on the edge of the countertop while I thrusted. Her body robbed me of the ability to be gentle as she writhed on my dick.
Each thrust into her caused another gasp… louder, higher pitched, and more primal until her body shook, pulsed on my shaft, and both of us fell headlong into an orgasm. Compression after compression of her pussy walls worked me until every shred of cum shot into her. The warm liquid dripping out of us carried a mix of my own scent and her intoxicating aroma.
I struggled to catch my breath and hold her. All my body could imagine was crumbling into a heap with her while my semen made its way to her womb. I’d come so hard it probably made it even with her sitting, but laying in bed with my arms around her was on the agenda.
She tucked her head into my chest and secured my body with her arms and legs, giving me the energy to withstand anything.
Stroking her hair, I pondered the whirlwind of our relationship and wished I’d approached her sooner. “You remember the other night when I told you my evening with you was the most perfect date I’d ever had?”
Her body jiggled against mine as she laughed. “Still the tops?”
“No, but it’s in the top two.”
“So I was right, sex does make it perfect. And now I can speak from experience.” She leaned her lips into my chest and seared my skin with a soft kiss.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re incredible, that was incredible. Sex still isn’t what makes this date the best though.”
Another kiss burned straight to my heart. “It can’t be the gifts I brought. They’re still in the bag.”
I laced my fingers through her hair and clutched her head tightly. I had to take a deep breath to fortify myself, no wimping out after what she gave me. “It’s that you trusted me with everything…your heart, your mind, and your body. You trusted me to forgive you for a decision you made out of fear. I promise, I’ll never do anything to break that trust. You’re my world.”
The flutter of her eyelashes and stream of tears against my chest offered reassurance. I squeezed her tighter. “I love you, Missy.”
Uneasy breaths escalated the stream of tears.
I longed to hear her say the words, but I’d wait until she could. Accepting the newness of the situation for her was hard on me but worth it. I’d wait forever because I felt her love in my core.
Before I pulled my cock out, I wanted to try for one more step. “I have a really important question.”
She covered her mouth. “Oh my god, I don’t have any diseases. I should have told you. I’m doing this all out of order. I’m sorry. Nothing to worry about—”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m healthy too, but that’s not it.” Brushing her hair out of her face, and the streak of wetness from her cheek, I held back a laugh. She was adorable.
“Okay, but you look so serious.”
“I am. Do you realize what day it is?”
It took a second. “Valentine’s Day. I brought champagne and strawberries, that’s the gift in the bag, but it anti-climactic now.”
“Not at all, a perfect way to wrap up the evening.” Grabbing a wrapped box from the other counter, I handed it to her. “This is for you. I had more, this morning didn’t go quite as planned.”
She grinned sheepishly and I put a finger to her lips to stop the apology I was certain she’d try to give.
Scooting my finger away, she said, “You surprised everyone by giving Glenda flowers and chocolate, sweet of you to think of her.”
“Right.” I winked at Missy and wished I could find a way to come close to equaling the gift she’d given me. The gift she held in her hands suddenly seemed trivial. “It’s not much, but go ahead and open it. I also had evening plans to watch the sunset with you while playing cards, or snuggling, whatever you were in the mood for, but you insisted on hanging out in the kitchen.”
“Sunset and cards, I’m almost sorry I messed up your plans.” Carefully unwrapping the gift, she managed to leave the paper intact while she revealed the deck of cards. A special deck with a heart design and intimate sayings printed on each card. Removing the cellophane and pulling the deck out, she sorted through them, taking time to read each sentiment. “These are wonderful. Thank you.”
“But I still have to ask you one more thing.”
Miss Fluffy Tail jumped on the counter and startled Missy, breaking the tension. She petted him while he rubbed against her leg. “I’d shoo him off the counter but the mess we made might be worse than having him up here.”
“Fluffy, get down.” Ty turned his attention to me. “He knows better.”
“You’re looking serious again.”
“Because it’s really important. Today’s taken us through the ringer, and I don’t want any misunderstandings, so I have to know…” I’d sworn I wouldn’t push her, and she was usually so quiet, but I had to hear her commitment.
“What?”
“Missy, will you be mine?”
“I’m pretty sure we sealed that deal.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Then can I finally take you to bed?”
Epilogue
One Year Later
Missy
While Ty wore both sides of himself on his sleeves, nearly literally, I had a far more private side. All the wrongness I’d grown up with concerning sex had been upended.
Having sex out of wedlock hadn’t turned me into an immoral person, not anything noticeable anyway. Having orgasms for the fun of it didn’t bring Satan to my door, unless his name was Ty. And public shows of affection hadn’t brought ruin to my life, except I derived a very guilty pleasure every time Ty kissed me in front of Jessi.
That woman had brought out the worst in me but I think Ty liked my feisty side and made a point to show his affections even more when she was around. She hadn’t gotten fired or anything when I’d reported her, just said the HR lady convinced her to change her ways. She’d actually stopped flirting with all of the guys, but I continued to have some carnal desire to remind her Ty belong to me.
My gro
wing belly should have sufficed, but no matter how big I got, Ty helped me keep up the show.
He’d awakened a sexual hunger in me and fed it daily.
I was talking to Jessi at the nurse’s station when Ty rounded the corner. My smile gave me away and Jessi turned to see who was coming, even though only one person could make me smile that big.
He nodded at Jessi, reached his arms out to embrace me and my belly, and gave me a long, wickedly inappropriate kiss for work.
Jessi cleared her throat. “Okay, break it up. If I can tone down sharing my affections with everyone, so can you two.”
Ty let me up for air. “In case I didn’t mention it, happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
“Nothing for me?” Jessi pretended to pout.
Ty took his phone out of his pocket and pretended to snap a photo down the front of his scrub pants. “A special picture just for you.”
The memories. Heat rushed up my neck and cheeks. “No more dick pics please.”
Jessi elbowed me. “It was a good one.”
“I’ve seen better.” I winked at Ty.
Jessi held her hands up defensively. “Whoa, TMI. You’ve really outgrown the Mouse of Mercy nickname.”
My insides flinched, but I was almost to the point of being able to see humor in what everyone else had always considered funny.
Ty cut Jessi off when she started to say more. “I thought I made it clear, she doesn’t like that nickname and I’ll deal with anyone who antagonizes her.”
I thrust by belly between Ty and Jessi. “Thanks, but I can stick up for myself.”
Ty protested. “You don’t have any social media accounts, how would you even know when stuff gets started?”
“It’s kind of the point. Without social media I spend my time with the people I truly care about.”
Ty looked deflated.
“But thankfully I have you to keep me safe from the evils of the world.”
“Like your parents used to do?” Ty winked at me.
“What would I do without so many people who care about me?”
“You’re never going to find out.” He smacked my ass.
Jessi’s groan meant the world to me.
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