I hate tearing my mouth away from hers, but I only do so to enable me to take off my shirt. With each button that comes undone she eyes me, watching me work. I capture her mouth again, our tongues meeting and working to increase the passion between us. She tugs at my undershirt, causing me to stand back up. I pull my hands through my sleeves, popping off my cuffs links. They clank somewhere in the room, no doubt to be found by my housekeeper later. Daisy kicks off her shoes as I pull off my undershirt. She scoots to the middle of my bed. The vision of her lying there is sending all the blood in my body to my increasing bulge.
My pants stay on, but I shed my socks and shoes before climbing onto the bed to join her. I don’t know whether to lie on top of her or beside her. Everything I know about women is all for naught because this girl is different. Her eyes are rapturous and I want to ravage her. I want to feast on what she’s bringing to the table and never let her go. I trail my finger down her chest and run it along the top of her dress. Daisy takes my hand, kissing my palm, before sitting up and turning around. Her head turns slightly over her shoulder and she looks at me with nothing but pure desire.
Her zipper moves painstakingly slow. My fingers glide along the back of her shoulders, pushing her straps down. It’s only then that I take in what’s she’s wearing under her dress: A black lace bra with the sexiest pair of black panties. Secretly, I’m happy she’s not wearing a thong because now I have more to imagine.
I pull her dress up over her head and lay it behind me, near the edge of the bed. It’s as delicate as she is, especially since I heard her tell one of the ladies tonight that it was her grandmother’s. I pull her to me and press my lips to her neck then her collarbone. Her breathing is rapid, causing me to pause.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not…” she clears her throat. “Nothing.” She tries to smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I turn her around so she’s facing me. Her eyes are downcast, avoiding me.
“Daisy,” I say as I lift her chin to look at me. “Please don’t shut me out.”
She closes her eyes and tries to relax. “I’ve never done this before.” Her words are matter of fact and have me both rejoicing and freaking the fuck out. I can’t let her see that I’m panicking though.
“We can go slow, or we can put our clothes back on. Nothing has to happen.” I’m such a liar. I want her legs wrapped around my waist in the worst way.
“I want to try. Maybe not all tonight, but I want to try with you.”
“Are you sure?” My voice breaks like a puberty stricken teenager.
She nods and lets her fingers dance over my skin. With each touch, she leaves a path of intense feeling behind. I don’t know what it is about her touch, or about her, but my body enjoys the ache she brings. It welcomes her with open arms, begging for her to be near.
This time our kiss is slow as I cradle her face in my hands. I nip at her lower lip, teasing her and myself until I can’t take anymore. My tongue glides along her lips asking for entrance into her delectable little mouth. She moans when our tongues meet and her hand tugs at my hair. I pull her closer to me until I’m leaning over her and we’re falling back onto my bed.
“Is this okay?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck, chest and over the valley of her breasts. I tug slightly on the cup of her bra, freeing them.
“Tell me when to stop,” I say, giving her all the control right now. When she arches her back, I continue, bringing her peaked nipple into my mouth. I bite down gently before lapping at her sensitive bud. My hand kneads her other breast, letting my finger tweak and pull until I’m ready to show it the same attention.
Her legs fall open, welcoming me to her center. I’m so hard I can feel my head pressing against the zipper of my pants as I deftly remove my belt. I grind into her core, rocking back and forth. The friction is welcomed, but it’s not enough. I haven’t dry humped since high school, but this is as good as it’s going to get tonight.
Her flesh is on fire, her mewling is encouraging, if not frustrating. I want to be buried to the hilt inside of her. I need to know what she feels like wrapped around my dick. For weeks I’ve been waiting for this moment.
Daisy pulls me back to her mouth and drives her tongue deep inside. Her hands push down on my ass, encouraging me to move faster. Each moan is swallowed. Each thrust is welcomed. I rub my hand over her panty-covered core and just about lose my shit. She’s so fucking wet that it’s taking every ounce of will power not to rip her panties off and plunge deep inside her. That bitch of a devil is snickering in my ear to do it while the angel is reminding me that Daisy is fragile and this is new to her. She may be a virgin, but I’m getting the impression she’s at least made it to second base.
I lean back, pulling myself away from her. My palm rubs up and down my bulge while Daisy lies in front of me, her chest moving up and down in a lust-filled rhythmic motion.
“Can I touch you?” I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and give a slight tug until her hands clamp down on me. I ease up, waiting for a signal to either stop or continue taking her clothes off.
I kiss the insides of her thighs, leaving my hands gripped at her sides. With each kiss, I’m watching her, waiting until I’m at her center. I inhale deeply, taking in her scent. She’s going to destroy me if I’m not careful.
My lips press down on her lace-covered pussy much to her delight. Her thighs quiver and her breathing picks up. I slide my finger into her panties, my knuckle grazing her sensitive bud. Her breath hitches and my cock throbs for attention. I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s going to stay behind his cotton barrier tonight.
I maneuver my body so I can take off her panties one leg at a time. The woman that I have been watching, the one I’ve been trying to get to know, the one that has pushed me to put myself out there, lies bare before me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I kiss my way up her body. A lesser man would’ve gone to town and not made her feel comfortable, but that’s not me.
“I don’t know what to do,” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“About what?” I ask stupidly. I roll off of her, settling in by her side.
“Sex. I don’t know what to do. Like right now, should I be touching you?”
I can’t help but rub my hard on against her leg. “Do you feel that?”
She nods, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth.
“I want you, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Daisy turns on her side and I use this as an opportunity to hitch her leg over my hip. I’m so fucking happy that I can only see her eyes and breasts right now because any visual of what’s going on any lower and I’ll be ripping my trousers off.
“What if I’m ready now?”
Fuck me sideways. I groan and kiss her hard.
“You’re not,” I say, pulling away. “But I can get you ready if you want.”
She nods and I swear my fingers fucking dance for joy. I bring her to me, pressing my lips against hers. My hand massages her leg as I work my way to her core. The slightest brush of my finger against her center has her squirming. I deepen the kiss when my finger is at her entrance. I give a small push, earning a gasp.
She’s so fucking wet, it takes nothing for my finger to glide in and out. I hold back from kissing her so I can watch her eyes. They focus on me as her hand tugs at my hair. My room is starting to fill with the smell of sex, accompanied by the fucking sounds coming out of her mouth. Each gasp makes it harder for me to remain in control. My dick is going to fucking explode if I don’t relieve the pressure soon.
Daisy hitches her leg higher and I love that she’s so into this. Her hips rock with the movement of my hand. She pulls me to her, taking my mouth with hers and sucking on my tongue. I’m about to fucking die, right here, right now.
“Oh no,” she says as she moves faster. My thumb presses against her bud while I slide another finger into her pussy.
“Oh yes,” I say, encouraging her to acc
ept what’s happening to her body. “Go with it, baby. Let your body take over.”
“Oh shit. Oh my. Oh shit.” She strings together words in between gasping. “I’m… it’s… oh shit, I’m coming…” her walls flex as her juices coat my fingers. I slow down and let her ride out her orgasm before pulling out completely. Her leg falls tiredly back down onto the bed and Daisy looks like she’s about to fall asleep.
“Did I bore you?” I ask, unable to keep the laughter away.
She shakes her head. “God, no. That was intense.”
“Was it your first one?” I’m asking for my own stupidly. I want to be the only one who has done this for her.
She shakes her head, “Self-induced, but nothing like that.” She doesn’t meet my eyes when she says that. Maybe out of embarrassment? She shouldn’t be. I jack off all the time. In fact, I need to right now.
“I’d like to watch you do that sometime,” I tell her, kissing her softly on the lips before extracting myself from her. “I’ll be right back.” I climb off my bed and take the painful steps to the bathroom. My cock is out of my pants before I’m even five feet away from her and about to blow its load by the time I get to the bathroom door. Even if he got to touch her pussy, he would’ve pumped and dumped before I had a chance to have any fun.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Daisy’s back is to me. The streetlights shine through my sheer curtains, casting a soft glow around her. Dressed in black lace, she looks like an angel with a little hint of the devil. I step toward her and ghost my fingertips along the back of her shoulders. Goosebumps pebble her skin, causing her to shiver. I hold back the urge to rub against the swell of her ass. Doing so would only end with us in bed. Not that I don’t want to be there.
“Are you cold?” My lips follow the path of my fingers as I kiss along her collarbone. I’m torn in two, right now, struggling between wanting to take her back to bed and celebrating her birthday. I did buy her a cake and want her to make a wish – a wish that I hope I can make come true – before her birthday is over. I glance quickly at the clock on my bedside table and see that my time is running out.
“A little,” she says low that I can barely hear. I kiss her neck and tug on her ear before moving toward my dresser. I pull out a t-shirt and look at her as she stands in the same spot. Her shyness makes her more desirable than I could have ever imagined. I want to pull her into my arms and hold her, cradle her and keep her out of harm’s way, even though I know that I can’t. Daisy is far from meek or needing to be saved and I need to stop thinking like that.
I hand her a BoRe t-shirt. It’s white and almost touches her knees because it’s too long for her. The fabric is slightly see-through, showing just enough of her bra to give me a semi. She’s so fucking hot right now with my shirt on and her hair falling out of her hair up-do.
“In ten minutes, your birthday will be over.”
She glances at the clock and nods. “I had an amazing birthday.”
I brush some imaginary lint off her shoulder. It’s really just an excuse to touch her. “Did you get anything for your birthday?”
“I got a lovely dinner and a fancy ride in a black car where a very nice man opened my door. I got to dress up in my grandmother’s prom dress, something I’ve wanted to do for years, and received the biggest smile from my grandfather. Then I got to be with a man that I really like, in a way that we’ll always remember.” She stretches up on her tip toes and brushes her lips to mine. My hand rests on her hip, intent on keeping her close, but she pulls away.
“I have something for you.” I take her hand in mine and lead her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She props herself up on the white marble countertop and for some reason I find that extremely sexy. She’s now my height, and it’s something I’m going to take advantage of. I step in between her legs and slide my hands under her shirt and into the waistband of her panties. Daisy wraps her legs around me, caging me in. There are quick flashes of us like this in the morning and something deep inside tells me that I could get used this. But even I know it’s too soon to think about a future together. We’re just starting out. Everything is new and fresh with us, exploratory. In a week, she could hate me.
We share an intense kiss that has me on edge. The thought of spreading her out on my counter and feasting on her runs through my mind. Except I really want to finish celebrating her birthday. Reluctantly, I pull away and let my fingers drag along her body until I’m no longer touching her. I keep my back to her as I pull out the cake I ordered. I set it on the counter nearest my refrigerator and lift the lid. This had to be my hardest purchase to date, ordering a cake for someone that I’m trying to get to know. Thankfully, the baker gave me some insight and collectively we decided that a white cake with chocolate mousse filling would do the trick, topped off with buttercream frosting. Happy Birthday Daisy is written in elegant script and is surrounded by white flowers with black and red accents. I went with black and red because of our BoRe connection. For all I know she hates these colors, but it’s the thought that counts.
I set a single candle deep into the frosting and light it. It crackles like a sparkler. As soon as I turn around with the cake in my hand, I’m singing to her. I can’t carry a tune, but the expression on her face right now tells me that it doesn’t matter. Her hand is covering her mouth and tears form in her eyes as I hold her cake out in front of her.
“Happy Birthday, Daisy.”
Daisy drops her hand from her mouth and clutches the edge of the countertop, leaning forward.
“Make a wish,” I suggest, even though I’m sure she knows to do that. She breathes out, and the flame disappears into thin air. “What’d you wish for?” I ask, putting the cake down next to her.
“I can’t tell you. If I do, it won’t come true.”
“Is that so?” I ask over my shoulder. I pull out two plates and grab two forks from the drawer along with a knife.
“It’s what my grandma used to say.”
“Do you miss her?” Let me stick my foot in my mouth with that question. “I’m sorry. I know you miss her.” I slice a piece of cake and set it on the plate, handing it to Daisy along with a fork. She scoots back onto the counter and crosses her legs.
“I miss her, but she was sick so I’m happy she’s not suffering anymore. I know my grandpa misses her a lot and I catch him, every now and again, talking to her as if she’s in the kitchen.”
I don’t know what it’d be like to lose my grandma or my parents. We have such a strong family bond that I think we’d fall apart. I know for certain that I wouldn’t be who I am today without them and here Daisy is, with only one grandparent left.
“You don’t have to feel sorry for me,” she says, before taking a bite of her cake. Her lips wrap around her fork and her eyes close as she savors the taste. “Oh gosh, this is freaking heavenly,” she says as she looks at me.
“Um…” I’m thankful that I’m partly hidden by the counter right now because my growing dick is begging for a small bit of action. “I’m glad you like it.” Fuck, I love it and want to stand here all night and watch her lick her fork.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
She nods. “I think after what you did for me, I should answer everything you ask.”
I place my hands on her thighs and massage them. “I did that for us. I enjoyed it, too. Everything that we’ve done tonight, it’s all for the both of us,” I tell her. “But I was going to ask if you remember your parents?”
Daisy puts her fork down and slides herself toward me. My hands slide up her legs as she moves. I don’t hesitate to make sure my fingers go under her panties and use my hands as leverage to bring her closer.
“I have pictures, but no real memories. I have some things that I made up from the photos and stories I’ve heard, but I don’t remember them.”
“I’m sorry,” I say for lack of a better response. I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. Daisy rests her forehead against mine while her fingers play i
n my hair. My hands move from her ass to her waist and I hold her against me with my arms wrapped around her. As much as I want to think otherwise, I know I’ve already fallen for this girl in front of me.
She kisses me quickly and as much as I want to hold her mouth to mine and not let go, I do. This isn’t the time or place to start making out, especially since I just asked about her parents. Daisy puts her head in the crook of my neck and sighs.
“I should be getting home,” she mumbles, effectively ruining any chance of her waking up in my arms. It’s for the best though. If I had her in bed I’d be on my knees begging her to let me take her. It’d be a selfish move on my part, but I’ve been walking around with a raging hard on since I’ve met her, so I can’t help it.
“For the record, I want you to stay.” She looks up and smiles.
“Someday, I’d like that, but not tonight. I didn’t make arrangements with the nurse and can’t leave my grandpa alone at night.”
“It’s okay, I understand.” I try to fix her hair, but learn quickly that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I help her down and hold her hand as we walk back into the bedroom. My bed mocks me, reminding me that I’ll be sleeping in it alone tonight. That fact shouldn’t bother me except I had my hopes up that Daisy would spend the night.
Daisy excuses herself to get dressed in the bathroom and I use the opportunity to change out of my tuxedo pants and into some sweats. I plan to put on the shirt that she’s wearing so I can feel like she’s near me after she leaves. When she comes out, she looks almost as good as she did earlier, but I see the difference. Her hair isn’t as perfect and her lips are slightly redder. She comes to me and I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, wondering if my whiskers hurt her.
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