To save herself for me.
I just know I’m glad I saved myself for her. Nothing will ever compare to being with her. Inside her.
I curl my body around hers, trying not to wake her.
Because I never want this moment to end.
***
“You don’t snore.” It’s the first thing she says when my eyes open.
“You don’t either.” I reach out to touch the tip of her nose, maybe to reassure myself that she’s real, that’s she’s really here.
“I don’t care if I do,” she says as she shrugs. “Keeps the pests away.”
“What pests? Men? I thought you don’t sleep with men.”
“Bears!”
“You can take the girl out of Maine but…”
I get a swift punch to the arm. That’s another thing that hasn’t changed.
“There aren’t any bears in Manhattan, sweetheart.”
She scrunches up her nose, but lays back down, laying her head on my chest, her fingertips drawing circles on my stomach.
“I’ve missed you, Xavier,” she says.
I run my hand through her hair, twirling the strands between my fingers.
“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you, Malynda.”
She props herself up on her elbow and looks up at me. I love the way she looks, hair disheveled, lipstick smeared, her skin glowing.
“And when was that, the first time you saw me.”
“You don’t know?”
“You never said.”
“That day… at the ice cream parlor. It was really busy and they had me at the counter. It was crowded and loud and hot and hellish, high schoolers everywhere. And then there was a ding of the bell and you walked in. And, I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” I smile and cup her face with my hand. It looks so delicate. “Until now.”
“My friends said you were staring. But I didn’t care.”
“I didn’t care either. Even if it did get me pummeled.” I try not to let the cringe of the memory show on my face. But she knows me too well.
“Bad memory?”
“Not the best.”
“I’m sorry. Mostly because it happened because of me. They were such assholes,” she looks sheepish. Apologetic about something she had no control over.
“No, the bad memory is because I hated that you would think I was weak… and that I couldn’t protect you. Those lanky arms weren’t worth much back then.”
“Is that why you’ve got all this now?” She pokes me in the stomach and then shakes her hand, pretending it’s hurt. “Not that I mind,” she gives me a wink, tickling my abdomen with her nails, sending sparks down to my cock.
“Is that so?” I growl, and roll her over onto her back, and the giggle is crushed against her lips as I kiss her hard. She moans in that way that makes me lose my mind and I crawl down her body, wasting no time to kiss her skin on the way.
Her knees spread out on either side of me, and I stop for just a moment to look at her, laid out in front of me.
Completely naked. Completely vulnerable. Completely mine.
I run a fingertip to open her up, running my tongue along the length of her, tasting her wetness. Sweet and salty in the perfect ratio. I glance up for a second and see her hands coming up to cup her breasts, fingers flicking at her nipples, as she watches me.
“You are going to come so hard in about two minutes,” I tell her, and she bites her bottom lip, ready.
I press my face against her and slide my tongue as deep as it will go inside her.
She moans again. And I have to block it out, or else she’ll be coming on my cock and not my tongue. And I want it to be on my tongue. Want to taste her gush into my mouth. I slide my tongue out, I flick the tip of it over her clit, and she whimpers. I do it again, another whimper.
I know she’s waiting for me to do it again. So I don’t.
I was lying about her coming in two minutes.
I’m going to play with her until she begs me to fuck her.
And I will.
But not just yet.
My tongue moves down to circle the rim of her pussy, her hips push down, wanting more. So sensual. So fucking sexy. The soft tip of my index finger rubs around the base of her clit, not quite touching it. She doesn’t like that, and growls, her knees coming up to clamp around my head.
“Hold on there, sweetheart,” I say, pulling away, letting her calm down before I continue. The last twelve years have been me waiting for her. She can wait for me for a few more minutes.
She lays back down, and I lower myself down to her, my face barely inches from her, my breath hot against her. She smells like pure sex. Still her, but something wanting and wanton. I can’t hold back much longer.
I press my tongue flat against her clit, hard.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her hands reaching down to press on the back of my head.
I grind my tongue harder against her, feeling her clit pulse, my finger coming up to slide inside her.
She’s slick and hot. And I’m trying so hard not to remember how she felt wrapped around my cock.
Soon, Xavier, soon, I promise myself.
I pull away so it’s my tongue tip on her clit now, flicking fast. Her breath is loud and fast, her head thrown back, her back arched deep, her legs lifting her hips off the ground.
I stop. Letting her breath slow for a moment, before I move my tongue down to her pussy, and drive it into her, my thumb and index finger pinching lightly around her clit.
“XAVIER!” she screams, and I could stay drunk on that sound for the rest of my life.
I pull my tongue out, and then cram it back into her, flicking the very tip of her clit with my finger, feeling her body jerk with each movement.
“Xavier…”
“What?” I say, stopping everything.
“No… god, don’t stop. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Just… please.”
“I don’t know what to do if you don’t say it, Malynda.”
“Make me come, you fucking bastard!”
“Oh, that. Okay.”