And there she goes cocking that chin again, playin’ hard to get.
“Who said anything about me being your girl? I just met you.” And yet, it feels like I’ve known her forever. “Besides, I still have a boyfriend.” A fact we’re going to remedy as soon as we get down from this ride.
“A boyfriend who’s been off with his buddies for over an hour and is just now checkin’ in?” He’s probably still flirting with those girls. Stupid shit has the prettiest woman in the park and he’s wasting his time and attention on someone else. “That boy doesn’t deserve another second of your time. For all heknows, some stranger could’ve kidnapped you, taken you up on the Ferris wheel, and could be holding you hostage until he gets paid.”
Her cheeks turn up, little teeth trying to bite back her smile. Damn, she’s got the prettiest smile. The prettiest everything.
“And what does my captor demand in payment?” A million wrong things run through my head, but I’m trying to win the girl over, earn myself a second date, not just get into her pants.
“A kiss.”
Her eyes drop to my lips and she leans forward, leaving only a few inches between us. God, her smell is sexy.
“Tell you what. If you’re a good kisser, I’ll let you drive me home. But if you’re a bad kisser, then it’s time for me to get off this ride and head out.”
So, it all comes down to a kiss. Well, I’m about to knock her little socks off.
I reach out, touching her chin. My arms pricking with goose bumps as soon as I make contact. She’s so soft and smooth. I stare into her incredible eyes, memorizing this moment. Making sure I burn it deep into my memories. This is going to be my last first kiss and I don’t want to ever forget it.
My head dips and I brush my lips across hers. It’s the slightest touch, but it sends an electric shock throughout every nerve. I tease my tongue out, getting a hint of her taste, and a groan slips from my throat. She even tastes like coconut and sunshine with a sugary sweetness from that cotton candy she ate. Watching her lick the stickiness off her fingers, moaning as the sugar melted on her tongue, had me about to come in my pants.
I go in for more of her sexy flavor. And more. My need taking control and taking the lead. My grip tightens in her hair, tilting her so I can take it deeper. Needing more. Her little whimper has me charging forward, and her tongue has lost allhesitancy. She’s eagerly stroking against me now, demanding more, and I give into all of her demands.
To my surprise, I’m suddenly pushed back onto the seat. Her body climbing up onto my lap. No longer shy. No longer resisting. No longer fighting the intensity of our connection. She nestles down against my bulge, and I can feel the heat between her legs all the way through the denim of her jean shorts. She’s soaked and desperate. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as she squirms to get closer. I know what she needs, and damn do I want to give it to her, but not on our first date.
Before I can’t stop myself, I grip her cheek and slip my tongue away, though, she doesn’t let me go easily. She presses forward for more, whimpering at the loss, so I have mercy on her and give her another taste before I pull away.
“How’d I do, baby? You gonna let me drive you home?”
Her eyes flutter open, but her lids are too heavy to lift fully. Her pupils are dark now, almost like the deep part of the ocean. So dark you can’t see beneath the surface, but I can feel beneath hers. She’s soaked between her legs, warming my dick with her dampness. Showing me how much she enjoyed the kiss.
“More,” is her whispered answer as she presses forward and pushes her tongue right past the seam of my smile. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my future wife. I kiss her deep, gripping onto her hips and assist as she begins to rock over me. I’m pretty sure the little cart we’re in is tilted toward my side and swinging back and forth, drawing the attention of the people below, but hell if I care. All I care about is gettin’ this little girl off. And it doesn’t take much.
I slip my tongue away, letting her catch her breath, wanting to watch as she has her first orgasm with me. Her eyes are drawn so tight, like she’s concentrating hard on the feelings. Her cheeks are burning red hot, rosy and flushed all the way down her neck, and her little teeth are sunk into her lower lipas the moans slip through her teeth. Fuck me. Just seeing her in this state is going to make me come.
“That’s it, baby. Grind those hips down on my cock, feel those little tingles building. I want you to soak me.”
“Skully!”
Her soft whimper is almost pained. She needs it so fucking bad.
“I got you, baby. Just let go.”
And she does. She lets the pleasure wash in and shatters in my arms. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. Her body is practically shaking. Her pretty face all screwed up tight. And she’s making the sexiest little noises as she clings to me tighter and rides it out. I take it all in. Savoring every last second, right up until she slumps against me. Her head nuzzled against my neck. Her little panting breaths casting over my skin. My dick has never been so fucking hard and ready, but it needs a lesson in patience.
“We’re coming to the bottom, babe. You want to go back up or get off?”
I’m hoping she’ll keep riding with me and just let me hold her, but she sits up and tells me it’s time to get off. Now, I’m wondering if she’s going to run. If she does, I’ll be chasin’, but I’m hoping that’s not the case. I’m hoping she’s feeling exactly like I do. Like fate has brought us together on this hot summer night. Like the stars aligned, lighting up the way for our future.
We climb out of the cart, and she sways as if she’s got sea legs. I think that orgasm is what’s making her unsteady. I grip her hips and keep her against me.
“What the hell, Madison? We’ve been waiting forever.”
That cocky son-of-a-bitch comes storming over, and my entire frame tenses. I’ve never been one to hurt an innocent, but this kid makes me see red. I don’t like the way he speaks to my girl. I certainly don’t like the way he’s lookin’ at her either.And the stupid shit is more concerned over the fact that he’s been waiting on her, than he is about the fact that a complete stranger is wrapped around her. I’d be punching a man’s lights out if he tried to touch my woman. He wouldn’t live to see the next day.
She pulls away from me and starts walking toward him, and I’m trying not to show the possession that’s infecting my mind. I need to wait to see how this plays out before I make my move. Don’t want to turn into an obsessive barbarian and scare her, but obsession may be close to what I’m feeling for this girl.
“You know…” she starts, sounding pissed off and it’s a damn soothing sound. “I had to wait for you for over an hour while you picked up your buddies without even asking me if it was okay for them to join us on our date, and you didn’t hear me complain about it. Then you shoved me in the back seat, treating me like a fourth wheel and you didn’t hear a peep. And don’t even get me started about you being a complete jerk once we got here. Oh, and by the way, I hope you got that girl’s number. The one you were flirting with, because we’re done.” Shit, she’s awesome. “I should’ve broken up with you ages ago.” She shakes her head like she’s disappointed in herself.
