“Do you?”
“Definitely.”
She stares hard at me before saying, “I’m scared.”
Not surprising. “What are you scared of, Baby girl?”
“Everything.” She doesn’t hesitate.
I smile. “That’s understandable. This is new. You can’t fully trust me yet. It takes time to trust people.”
“I want to trust you.”
“I know you do, Baby girl. You will in time. I promise. I’ll earn it.”
She draws in a deep breath and then twists and turns her entire body on my lap until she’s straddling my legs, facing me.
My heart races as I let my hands settle on the small of her back. If she looks down, she’s going to see my fucking hard cock. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. She’s not pressed so close that her pussy is rubbing my cock, but she’s fucking close.
She runs her hands up my chest and over my shoulders and biceps as if she’s exploring. She probably is. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, Baby girl. It’s very nice,” I murmur. Far too fucking nice.
She jerks her gaze up. “Your voice is different.”
I chuckle. “That’s going to happen when you run your sweet hands over my body, princess.” I gather her hands in mine and lift them to my lips to kiss her knuckles.
She’s breathing heavily. “I’ve read books.”
I keep her hands in mine, partly because I like holding them but mostly because I’m going to come in my pants if she keeps touching me, and I don’t want to tell her she can’t. I kiss her fingers again and press her small hands against my chest.
“That’s good, Baby girl. Books are a great way to learn all kinds of things. But keep in mind what happens in books is always perfect. Real life isn’t that perfect.”
“Oh.” She looks surprised.
“Especially sex. The hero and heroine in a book always have the best sex. In real life, it usually takes time and patience to get to the point where sex feels as good as they paint it in a book.”
“Oh.” Her eyes are wide.
This is not a discussion I ever expected to have with a woman, but Josie isn’t like any woman I’ve ever dated. She’s so innocent and inexperienced. I will need to be careful with her and explain things. She seems to like explanations.
The crazy thing is I have no doubt sex with her is going to blow the top off my head, but I need to be reasonable about her expectations. Women usually need some time before they enjoy it. Already I feel stressed about making sure her mind is also blown.
We need a change of subject. I can’t discuss sex with her anymore tonight, and if she kisses me many more times, she’s going to end up on her back on this couch with my cock pressed between her legs.
“What’s your favorite color?” I ask.
“Duh.” She giggles. “Pink.”
“Duh.” I roll my eyes as if I’m so silly. “Movie?”
“Daddy!”
“Oh.Cinderella?”
She claps her hands together. “Yes!”
“Food?”
