I chuckled as I kissed the crown of her head.
“I’m not scared at all.”
She looked up at me with wonder in her clear green eyes.
“You’re not?”
“Nope,” I chirped. “Because being here in this cottage with you is the first time I feel like I’m actually living. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world, Cherry.”
Her eyes suddenly glazed over with tears so I moved her over to the counter and helped her sit on top of it so I didn’t have to keep looking down at her. She was still shorter than me, but the height difference wasn’t as drastic now. I leaned in and kissed her pale pink lips, which were quivering.
“Don’t cry.”
She sniffled. “I just love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I smoothed some unruly tendrils of hair back from her face. “Only you.”
When Frankie kissed me, I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I was confident that this would end with us experiencing the other’s body for the first time and the anticipation of it made me shake. I lifted my hands to her face and stepped between her parted thighs. I almost couldn’t keep up with how desperately she kissed me until she surrendered herself to me and followed my lead.
I was a virgin like her; I had waited for her to be ready and according to her kiss and touch on my body, I felt that she had reached that point. This thought was confirmed when her hand slid down my bare stomach and shockingly dipped under the band of my trousers and boxer briefs. The second her soft, supple hand touched my hardened cock, I broke our kiss.
“Are you sure?” I asked, staring down into her lust-filled eyes. “We can just kiss and touch; we don’t have to have sex.”
When Frankie smiled up at me, I knew then just how dangerous she was because for that smile, for that overwhelming look of want for me in her big, round eyes, I knew that I would do just about anything. I’d give her the world if I had it in my hands.
“I’m ready. I want to be with you in every way,” she said, her hand stroking me twice. “I hurt for you. Please.”
Christ. She was testing me with her words and a couple of strokes. I had to regain control, so I picked her up and attached my lips to her neck as I moved. She gasped and pulled her hand from my underwear so she could grip my shoulders with both of her hands. Within seconds, I was in our bedroom and laid her back on our already-made bed. I moved my lips up to hers and kissed her until she wrapped her legs around my body and squeezed me tightly with her thighs.
“Please,” she moaned against my lips. “Risk, please. Love me.”
I could have dropped dead there and then from excitement alone.
My heart was at risk of exploding in my chest when Frankie removed her T-shirt as she lay under me. She had no bra on and while I had seen her small, perky breasts before, the sight of them still made my breath catch just like it did the first time. Without a word, I leaned down and sucked her right, hardened nipple into my mouth. She shifted, pushing her breast roughly against my lips. I flicked my eyes upwards and watched as Frankie’s eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung open in a silent moan as I swirled my tongue around her areola and then suckled.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck, yes!”
Blood surged to my already hard cock, it throbbed to the point of pain.
As I switched breasts, I multitasked by hooking my thumbs under the hem of Frankie’s leggings and underwear and I began to push them down. She helped me by lifting her hips and kicking the fabric off her legs when I couldn’t push them down any further without stopping what I was doing. I sat back on my heels and got my first look at my naked, red-headed beauty and I was already embarrassed because I knew I was going to come before I was supposed to.
My girl was a goddess who would have Aphrodite herself leering her way with jealousy.
Her skin was flawless, smooth to the touch and she was so fair she looked immaculate. Her cheeks were flushed with colour and her green eyes were hooded with desire. Her hair had come out of its tie and was spilled over the white bedsheets, the fiery colour popping out against the backdrop. That same auburn colour was between the apex of her thighs. My heart was a pounding mess and staring at her pussy didn’t help matters. I didn’t wait for an invite, I lay flat on my stomach, spread her lips apart and licked up her wet slit until my tongue slid over the swollen, pulsing bud of her clit.