She buried her head in that place she liked under my right ear, her nose pressed to my throat, her lips to my pulse point and her forehead in my hair.
And fuck, it felt like home to have her there.
“Zeus,” she said, and I got the feeling she said it just to say it, just ’cause she knew she could and knew now that she had a claim to that name. To me.
And just ’cause I knew I could, I titled her head back by that lush white-blond mane and claimed that pouty mouth as my own. As soon as my tongue swept through her lips, she groaned softly into my mouth and opened for me. I angled her head to get deep, explorin’ that hot mouth like it was my job and I had all the time in the world to do it right.
It settled me deep that I did. Nothin’ would stand in the way of me and this girl; not her fuckface father or her age or even my own kids.
She was mine.
“Mine,” I tore away from her, leaving her lips open, moist and swollen.
Couldn’t help myself and licked at the sweet red bottom lip while she breathed, “Yes, always.”
Before I took things too far and fucked ’er on my bike—keepin’ in mind to save that for another day—I walked her over and dropped her carefully onto the bitch seat. As soon as I settled my bulk over the bike, she was plastered against my back with her clever little fuckin’ hands divin’ down to my lower stomach, rubbin’ at the hard abs she found and the ever-hard cock stretchin’ at the front of my jeans.
“You want me to crash this bike?” I rumbled, prying her hand from me.
She giggled in my ear but happily slid her hands up my tee and black hoodie so that they rested palm down on the skin of my lower chest. It’d be cold, my belly exposed to the winter winds rippin’ past the bike, but I couldn’t’a given less of a fuck.
“Ready,” she told me huskily and I felt it in my dick.
I shook my head at her, which gifted me another laugh, and then I shot us forward into the dark. She whooped loudly as soon as we merged onto the Sea to Sky Highway, liftin’ her hands in the air until they were blocks of ice before slidin’ them up under my clothes again. She felt my growl of complaint against her fingers and laughed louder than the wind in my ears.
It was an hour drive across the rollercoaster ups, downs and curves of the mountainside highway. A lot for a girl’s first serious time on a bike and she didn’t have a leather jacket, just a little pink denim one that made her look all’a fourteen years old. But she didn’t complain and somehow I could feel ’er enthusiasm radiating against my back. A coupla times, she swirled her fingers over the ridges of the bullet wound in my chest and it felt like a direct line to my heart. A coupla more times than that, she trailed cool fingers down my abdominals, skiing ’em like moguls and it felt like a direct line to my hard-as-steel cock.
So, when we finally reached the wood cabin I’d built into the treed mountainside, I was off the bike in less than a second and had Loulou squealing in my arms the next.
She laughed but wrapped her arms and legs tight around me, Koala-style as she’d called it, and played her fingers in the ends of my hair as I carried her to the house, unlocked the door and kicked it shut.
“What has you so impatient?” she asked me, humor and confidence ringing in her voice.
I pressed her against the wall beside the door, the house dark and stale all around us and growled, “Ten years waitin’ for you to grow up so I could do this.” Then I slammed my mouth to hers.
In about a nanosecond her lips parted on a soft moan of surrender and her tongue came out to tangle with mine. Her fingers in my hair slid up to the back of my neck and fisted, anchoring me to her tight as if her straining thighs weren’t keepin’ me close enough. I fuckin’ loved that she gave back just as good as she got, biting at my lip until I hissed just this side of pain. Somehow, she managed to shuck off her jacket and reveal the dainty little tank she wore underneath, her nipples pebbled from the cold ride.
I had to taste her, been thinkin’ about the taste of her for years and it was this fuckin’ close to drivin’ me crazy. So I hoisted her higher against the wall with one arm wrapped around her back and up under her ass then gripped the fragile left strap of that tank in my teeth and snapped it in two. Her gasp ruffled my hair as my lips followed the path of the fallen tank. Loved the taste of her smooth tanned skin, salty and sweet under my tongue as I pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to her chest, to the deep crease between her plump tits. I rubbed my bearded jaw there, felt her shiver at the abrasive contact and then pulled back to stare at the sweet tips of her exposed tits, red and furled like fuckin’ raspberries.