Perfect

by Dani Wyatt

  Say to her the three words that have been running on repeat through my head for weeks.

  I love you.

  Sitting on the plane I feel like I’m vibrating. Anytime I wasn’t sitting in the cab or waiting in the security line, I was at a full run. I ran from the cab to my apartment building, I ran up the stairs, I ran back down them again, I ran to the gate at the airport just as they were cutting off boarding the flight. My heart is about to beat out of my chest as the older lady sitting next to me gives me a soft smile.

  “Almost missed your flight, but you’re okay. You going home? Or just vacationing?”

  “I’m going home. I think. Yes, I’m going home.” I run a hand through my hair, my other hand settling over my eyes with a squeeze.

  “Well, I hope you have a nice visit.” She goes back to reading her romance novel, and I can’t help but chuckle as I read a bit of the page she’s on. Seems this sweet little grandma likes things a little saucy, because I see the words cock and pussy more than once before I force myself to look out the window at the billowy white clouds.

  I lean my head back, visualizing Talia. The look of surprise on her face when I get there. How she will feel when I touch her. Her taste. All the things I want her to feel and I hope to God she’s ready because I know I am.

  I guess seeing the explicit reading material in my seatmate’s hands has me feeling a bit less like a pervert. I breathe deep, letting the fantasy of what Talia must taste like rush through me like a wildfire. The vision of her lush tits as she holds them to my mouth, sitting on my lap feeding me as my cock sits clutched inside her tight heat.

  I’ve imagined putting my face between her legs more times than can be counted, but now that the possibility could be reality, my thoughts are more detailed than ever. I imagine opening her up with my fingers first, breathing her in and taking my time looking at her beauty. Planning how my tongue will touch every soft petal and indent. Wondering how she looks there, if she’s shaved or not. I don’t care, I just can’t fucking wait to find out. I want to scoop up the sweet liquid that seeps from her virgin opening and drink it in for hours.

  She’s already told me she’s never had an orgasm, and the thought makes me wild. I want to be her first everything. I want it all and no one else will ever have her the same way. I intend to brand her with sensations she can’t imagine. Sink the thick of my tongue into her tight opening and leave it there, rolling it around and memorizing what it feels like inside her. I don’t know what a woman feels like, but I intend to know every single inch of Talia. From my tongue to my fingers to my cock, they will all touch every inch of her if she’ll allow me.

  I want to rub her slick cum all over me and mine over her. I want us wearing each other in a way only we can. She is so innocent, but I know from some of our conversations that it doesn’t define her. She trusts me, and she doesn’t find it embarrassing nor shameful when our talk gets a little dirty and I want to say things to her that might be close to the line.

  I make sure to grab an extra pillow and center it on my lap. I don’t need the air marshal escorting me off the plane, nor the lady next to me getting any ideas. She may look sweet, but that book tells me it’s not the whole story, and if she catches a glimpse of the hard-on I’m sporting she might decide I’m ready for action.

  I drift off into a semi-slumber, playing over and over all the ways I will make Talia’s body mine. All the ways I will ease her need and slake my own lust. A lust I’ve never felt for anyone before her. It will be our first time. And it will be perfect.

  C H A P T E R T W E L V E

  GRIFFIN

  It’s four fifteen in the afternoon when Derrick pulls up to the front gate at Talia’s house. I’m struck by the evergreen wreath on the door adorned with a violet ribbon. There are a couple Adirondack chairs painted in all colors of the rainbow flanking the front door under the cover of the porch. They look so cheerful in the February gloom.

  In my memory of this house, it was lifeless and gray. But Talia’s made it feel alive in the short time she’s been here by herself.

  The porch is still a bit crooked and I take note of a few missing slate shingles that need replacing. The siding needs a fresh coat of paint. It’s always been a dull brown, but I wonder if she would like it yellow. A bright color that feels new. The house is actually very pretty – two story farm style with a long, lazy front porch made for evening chats and kids running around. I can see us here, laughing, loving. Talia fussing as she holds a baby at her breast and two others tug at her and beg her for the things kids beg for.

  I want to help her fix the place up. Make it everything she’d wish for. The thought hits me that I want a place that is ours. Not sure if this would be where we’d want to stay; I’d buy her any house she wanted, but if she wants to stay here, that’s fine by me as well. Where she goes, I go, doesn’t matter to me where that is as long as she’s there.

  I never drove on this side of town much, but to think she was right here. She’s right, it was the house the kids said was haunted. I do remember on Devil’s Night, kids would talk about how they would egg it and throw rolls and rolls of toilet paper into the trees and all over the fence that surrounds the front yard. I never did that sort of shit.

  Derrick puts his Porsche 911 in park and turns my way with a goofy grin.

  “Thanks for the shuttle service.” I shoot a quick look back at him as I open the passenger door, anxious to get my ass to the front door. I have no idea if she’s even here. With my phone smashed and my laptop the same, I haven’t been able to contact her. Besides, I decided a surprise might be more fun. But from the way my heart is pounding and my mouth has turned to the Sahara, I’d say I’m as nervous right now as I’ve ever been in my life.

  “You bet. We’ll see you tonight, maybe?”

  “I think so. We’ll see. Depends. Maybe we’ll be shut in for a couple days. If I’m lucky.”

  Derrick chuckles and pushes my shoulder as I lean out the open door.

  “I’m rooting for you, my friend. I’ve kept your little cherry secret this long, but it’s fucking time. Way past time, but I’m happy for you. I hope all goes well. When you get a phone, let me know. Let’s get a drink or a bite to eat at Highland House later. If Talia’s working you can just hang around and stare at her like the love struck little boy you are. I know you won’t want to leave her, so I also can come there. I have to get home and keep an eye on Amanda until next week and Dad and step-monster come back from Caicos. That girl, seriously, I hate that they leave her there alone. She needs some actual proper parenting, honestly, if your mom wasn’t sick I’d take her to yours and let your parents sort her out. She’s had so many parties since my dad and Rita left, I’m afraid she’ll burn the place down. She’s out of control, that one. And she’s just freakin’ mean. I don’t know whether to slap her, spank her, or hug her.”

  “She probably needs a bit of them all.” I’m on my feet outside the black sports car, stretching out my back from being cramped first in the plane then this micro-sized car.

  I shut the door and give him a salute.

  He yells something about safe sex as he pulls away and that makes me think. Talia and I haven’t specifically talked about it, but I don’t want anything between us.

  My mind is long gone inside the house as I step across the sidewalk to the front gate. I see lights on even though it’s not quite dark out. Early February and it’s unseasonably warm.

  I grind my teeth a bit when I see the chain and padlock on the front gate are missing. The security system signs are posted around and the keypad is blinking next to the front door, but still. If someone can get through the gate, into the yard, they’ve won half the battle right there.

  I’ll deal with that later. Right now, I just want to see her smile. Hear her laugh. Kiss those lips that belong on mine for the rest of my life.

  My feet feel weighted with lead every step to the door. I’m trying to remember to breathe. Trying not to focus on the way my cock
is aching. The way my mouth is watering, thinking about when I will get to taste her cum for the first time. If she’s wet when I lick her...

  A flash of fear hits me as I reach the door. What if I can’t make her cum? What if I try and do everything, and I can’t give her the kind of pleasure she deserves?

  I drop my head back on my neck and say a little prayer to the porch roof. I may be a virgin, but I’m also a research nerd, so I’ve spent countless hours gathering every bit of seemingly accurate information on how to please a woman. I hope I can put it into practice though, because nothing would hurt me more than if she doesn’t get her first orgasm from me. I’ll hold mine off as long as necessary, too. If she doesn’t cum, I don’t cum. That’s the rules.

  A deep breath, another quick prayer, this time to my shoes, and I rap my knuckles on the door.

  I don’t remember what she said when she cracked open the door and saw me standing there. All I remember is when she did see it was me, she ducked behind the door and opened it enough for me to get through, closing it behind me. And then I turned to see what is the most stunning, perfect sight my eyes have ever encountered.

  “Oh my God.” I drop my bags inside the door and they hit the wood floor with muffled thuds as she shuts the door behind me.

  “You’re here. I can’t believe you’re here. Right now.” Her tongue dances out on her lower lip as I try to swallow and breathe at the same time. “What are you doing here?” She flutters a hand over her mouth, then holds onto her neck with a look of disbelief settling on her face.

  I’ve lost the power of speech. She’s wearing that gorgeous little daisy-yellow nightgown dress I sent her a few weeks ago. The soft light from behind her highlighting every contour and line of her lush body. A body that will soon be under my tongue and in my hands.

  I never dreamed I would see her like this, like she is right now. But here she is, and it’s glorious. I can see all her curves, the pink circles of her nipples pressing through and she’s not doing anything to cover herself. I’ve just won the lotto and a Nobel prize, and whatever trophy they hand out when you come first in life.

  “What are you doing opening the door wearing that, baby?” I’m not sure if I’m raging mad about it or just about as thrilled as any virgin ever was. My cock is about to snap in half, curved up and around where he can’t escape because my belt is holding his greedy, cum-dripping self in place. “I mean,” I shake my head and rub my hands over my face trying to reset, “I’m sorry. You are fucking stunning beyond words, but, baby, what if it wasn’t me?”

  As happy as I am to see her, the jealous beast in me lights up, the thought of another man seeing what’s mine has me off my nut.

  “I only opened the door after I saw who it was. I peeked through the peephole first. It’s a sign, I know it is. I just tried this on for the first time and here you are. Here you are, I can’t believe it.” She does this little bunny hop and I don’t miss how her full tits bounce and move with her, making my dick drip cum into my pants. I am fairly sure I could watch that little move for the rest of my life and never, ever get tired of it.

  Her hands pull at the long tendrils of hair hanging over her shoulders and I realize I haven’t kissed her yet, so I remedy that right away.

  My arms pull her to me, sweep up and down her back, up and down the soft fabric that covers her equally soft body, as my lips mount hers. I kiss her with the force of a man here to finally claim what is his, letting her know I’m here and she’s mine. After a long kiss, I lean back to drink her in.

  “I love that you are wearing this. It means a lot to me.” I hook my thumbs into the ruffle around the neckline and trace it up and down, my vision drifting down to where it scoops low, barely covering her ample tits and I want them in my mouth so badly it hurts.

  “You must be hungry after your trip.” Her voice flutters around my head, soft and like a dove, not quite ready to fly away. Her breath between the words tells me I’m distracting her and I love that.

  I bring a hand up to comb my fingers through her hair. I’ve dreamed of how it would feel for so long. Silk is like twine compared with its softness. The black strands fall between my fingers and I’m hypnotized by the sight and feel of it. It’s so real and I’m so fucking gone.

  I taste her lips again with a quick kiss, then put my mouth next to her ear. “I’m hungry for one thing, and one thing only right now. That’s you, Wildflower, my mouth between your legs. I told you, that’s the first thing I want to do to you. I want to taste your first orgasm. I want to remember it forever.”

  Tiny noises catch in her throat as my tongue glides around her ear. I pull us chest to chest, my hands map the softness of her back, holding her close as my head spins and I have to lock my knees to keep from falling down.

  “What if...” She trails off, but I can hear there is more she wants to say, so I pull my lips from her neck and center her face so it’s looking up at mine.

  “What, baby? You know I want to know everything you’re thinking right now. Everything you’re feeling. Give it to me. What are you thinking?”

  Her teeth dent into her lower lip and my cock seeps another round of cum into the elastic of my boxers. What the fuck is it about her sweet, innocent gestures that make me rabid?

  “I...” A short breath and a long sigh, but I keep her eyes on me. “What if I can’t...you know, cum. You know I haven’t been able to make myself. I can’t believe I’ve told you all those things. Now I’m so embarrassed.” Her cheeks turn cherry red, and she averts her eyes, but I hold her head steady.

  “You told me those things because I want to know all those things. Do you have any idea how sexy you are to me? And when you are open and honest about that sort of stuff, my God, Wildflower, you absolutely blow me away. Don’t be embarrassed, okay? Listen, I’m the twenty-four-year-old dude who’s still a virgin. I’m nervous too. What if I can’t make you cum?” I swallow hard, and the truth of that strikes me like a blade in my heart. But somehow, being honest with her, saying it out loud, makes it easier. “That’s my worst fear. All I want in this world is to make you feel good. More than good, lost in the pleasure of it. Completely, so you give yourself to me like that. Does that make sense?”

  She nods slowly, and the flickering gold in her irises lights a fire in me that I can’t contain much longer.

  “Do you want to wait?” I choke out the words. If she says yes, I’ll wait, but I’m praying like a sinner in church that she’ll say no.

  “No.” Her eyes snap to mine, showing me the same fire that is scaling me.

  I can’t wait any longer. I move my hands under her arms and lift her up against me, her legs tangling automatically behind my back pulling me closer and branding me with the heat from her pussy through my t-shirt.

  “Careful, I’m heavy.” She grips around my neck, with a shift and struggle to hold her weight up and it pisses me off.

  “Don’t even start that, babe. Your body is everything I could have ever dreamed of. It’s sexy and lush, and I don’t want you to change one thing. I don’t understand how you don’t see what I see. Honestly, it boggles my mind. All I see when I look at you is the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. And the fact that you are interested in me? That you may let me do the things I’m hoping you will let me do to you? I can’t believe it. I really can’t.”

  I walk us over to the sofa in the living room because it’s the closest place I can see that will work for what I have planned. The house is filled with the scent of lavender and linen. I see the flicker of a candle burning on a table in the hallway that leads to the kitchen.

  I lower her down, breathing in as I hover over her, then fall to my knees keeping hers wide.

  “This means so much to me, Talia.” I kiss my way down her leg, my fingertips working the bow that holds the wispy yellow fabric together where the weight of her amazing tits hang. “I want you to know, I’m in this for the long haul. Do you understand? I don’t just want a moment with you, I want a life, and I want to
show you how I feel. The things I want to do to you come from that. Not to make myself feel good, but to show you how much I want this. I want us.”

  Her hands come down and draw the fabric open like a curtain, her answer in her eyes and in her offering of her body.

  “Just don’t hurt me. Don’t break my heart.” Her deep pink lips leave me breathless. Tingling starts up my spine and I bring my mouth to her breast, feeling the way the bumps tighten in my mouth, the nipple growing and hardening as I suck deep and moan with joy.

  I’m beyond ravenous for her. She’s awakened the animal part of me, the part that identifies more with grizzlies and mountain lions than anything human, and if I don’t keep my head I may just turn into some kind of rutting boar, ready to tear into her. I understand things now I’ve never understood before. The driving fury inside me, borne from pure human instinct to take her. The caveman wants to pull her hair, throw her over my shoulder and carry her off where I can fuck her until she never doubts my love for her.

  Love. I feel that fully and completely right now. For the first time, like a new color. It explodes in my mind like a symphony.

  “You’re perfect,” I mumble around a mouth full of her.

  My mouth moves from side to side, my hands cup the glorious weight of her tits. She’s a masterpiece of voluptuous perfection.

  Her fingers rake through my hair, and the moans she releases are music to me as I suck and draw her into my mouth. Her knees come to hug around my body, my body holding them apart as her heels set on the edge of the deep-blue velvet of the sofa.

  “Griffin...” Her throaty voice uttering my name is magic to my ears.

  “What, babe?” I look up, my hands each cupping and massaging her tits. I don’t want to ever let them go. Her eyes look dreamy. Her onyx hair is messy around her face, falling onto the soft yellow fabric on her shoulders.