Is it too soon to ask her to marry me?
Yeah, dumbass, I would say so. She’s not even legal to drink. Hell, barely legal to vote.
I don’t want to scare her by moving too fast but I also don’t want to waste time or lose her. Not when she is the only one that can lull my dark side to sleep. And right now that darkness is sleeping like a baby. I haven’t felt this light since before my sister died.
Maybe I should just talk to her, tell her the truth. And hope for the best. Yep, I’ll do that.
“I love this part” I jolt, not knowing she was awake. And then I realize I’ve missed about half the movie as I turn my concentration back to the screen. I take her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers, and feel the calmness moving over me.
‘Now if you two don’t mind, I’m going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us all killed. Or worse, EXPELLED’
“She needs to sort out her priorities.” I make my voice thick and low, saying it at the same time as Ron. She giggles and looks up.
We gaze at each other. And the air crackles between us. She swallows her giggle. Her face pales and she looks a little lost.
“I need to pee.” Her voice is low and filled with emotion. My heart contracts. She wiggles out of my arms taking the comforter with her and I stare as she walks away.
The slumbering darkness awakes. Is she having regrets? Does she doubt me?
I stare at the screen but don’t see a thing. All I can think about is her coming out of the bathroom, telling me that this was a mistake. That she can’t be with a guy like me.
Wrapped in the comforter, her hair wild and curling around her face, eyes luminous, she emerges. She looks stunning.
She stills and stares at the bed. There’s blood on my sheet. Her blood. Evidence of her now departed virginity. My heart cringes with a pervading sense of guilt, as if I’ve committed a terrible sin.
Her eyes dart from the stains to me, looking embarrassed. The thought of my cock claiming her, knowing no one has before is a rather extraordinary, exquisite feeling.
Somehow it makes me feel like a jerk and a hero all at the same time. Just thinking about her with another man, is torture and torment for my heart.
“Ug,” I sigh at that thought. She glares at me but doesn’t move. Do something, my mind suggests, but the fucker can’t seem to think what that something might be.
Change the sheet maybe. I jump up and pull it from the bed in one go, bundling it up to throw it with the dirty laundry in the basket. I open the closet and take out a clean one.
“Here,” I throw it onto the bed, “I just need the toilet.” She follows my every move, a dainty smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. The little minx is amused. Probably by my full naked glory.
I dart into the bathroom, for the first time ever feeling slightly shy about my body. Not that I have anything to be shy about. I look rather good naked, even if I have to say so myself.
I pee and turn to wash my hands and decide to brush my teeth. I lift my arms and smell my pits. Some deodorant will not hurt.
Opening the small bathroom cabinet door I reach out to take the clear chiseled glass bottle with the black cap, but my hand freezes mid-air. Next to the DIOR HOMME is the newly purchased pack of Trojan. For in case something like what happened happened.
Rule 7.
Without thinking I hit the wall next to me. Fuck.
I grab the pack of condoms and slam the cabinet door shut. Hard. As if it’s responsible for my stupidity.
Mel is lying buck naked on the newly made bed, her eyes on the television. However, she immediately focuses her hungry gaze on me and licks her lips. She stretches out, teasing me with an amused and unsated expression. I whine, totally winded.
“I want to do that again,” she says promptly, taking the rest of the wind out of my sails.
What? Already? My cock stirs with approval.
She pats the bed beside her. Speechless I walk forward, condoms still in hand, but forgotten. Right now I can’t even seem to remember my own name.
I stop as my knees hit the bed, trying to form the right words in my fried mind. But she has other plans. She moves to sit on folded legs, her rosy face in line with my belly button. With bright eyes – pupils large – her gaze meets mine, a clear challenge in those baby blues.
My cock responds in appreciation, hardening further. Reaching forward, she grabs me, and her hand fists around my shaft. My breath hisses out through clenched teeth and I close my eyes, savoring the moment.
Suddenly, she draws me into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue licking over my slit.
Fuck. My eyes jolt open.
“Mel,” I gasp. Her sinful eyes are sizzling with shrewd devious slyness.
She sucks harder and palms my sack, rubbing it almost painfully. For some reason, it enhances the sweet wonderful torture.
“Jeezzzuusss,” I growl, and grab her hair so I don’t come prematurely like a nerdy schoolboy. I’ve never had that problem before … not even when I was a schoolboy.
She continues to lick and suck and drive me wild, while I watch. I try to keep control. But it’s slowly slipping. I flex my hips, pushing myself farther into her mouth. Then I pull back slowly. Watching my dick disappear and reappear from her mouth is stimulating. Erotic.
I thrust into her again. Her lips mask her teeth, squeezed tight around my shaft. It feels so fucking good I’m on the edge.
“Mel,” I hiss breathlessly, “I’m going to cum.” I’m so close.
Her eyes hold mine, teasing me and at the same time, she bares her teeth and nibs softly.
“Fuck, Angel!” I lose control and ejaculate into her throat, crying with pleasure.
She lets go of my plonker with a loud POP and swallows, licking me from her lips.
Fuck. My breathing is labored. Hell. I’m so screwed. This girl completely disarmed me. Again. And I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last time either.
I pull her up against me, my hands on her naked ass, as I kiss her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. It tastes salty and like me. I’ve claimed her mouth. Proudly, I deepen the kiss – wanting more. I want to own her. All of her – body, mind, soul, and heart.
She pushes me away and I grab her lip with my teeth, pulling it as we part. She moans out that sexy little kitten sound.
“Was that good?” she asks hesitantly. Good? That was fucking exceptional.