Page 16 of Shes my 1 Try

“You were going to say something, but stopped yourself. Please don’t, Asher. I…I don’t want us to hold back.” Every night for the past week we’ve texted till the early hours of the morning. I’m pretty sure we went to sleep with blue bits from all the flirting and sexual innuendo. I just don’t want to do something that might endanger whatever this might be.

“I was being a dork,” I laugh, and yet Mandy’s comments still have an echo of truth about them.

“Then be a dork and tell me.” When I don’t say anything, she gets to her feet, the screen suddenly changing angles. I’m looking up at Wiley wrangling her hair into a messy bun before she strips her shirt off. “How about you tell me now?”

As she picks her phone up, I have to concentrate on not swallowing my tongue. A pink lace bra is all that stands between me and seeing tits I’ve been dreaming about every night as I’ve scrolled through her socials. Even the pink lace can’t hide how taut her nipples are, the little rosebuds straining at the material.

“Cat got your tongue?” she purrs, tracing her free hand over the curve of her breast, releasing a sensual breath as her fingers brush over her nipple.

“I know which pussy my tongue would like to be in,” I counter, her lips parting enticingly and I realise I have never met a woman like Wiley.

In one short week, I’ve learnt more about her than I have any of the previous women I’ve ever dated. Even the fact that she’s followed my career from my debut in the Rays reserve grade team. I know her favourite colour is red. She prefers milky coffee over black. Hates peanut butter, but loves peanuts. I know she’s estranged from her family and is proud of her business. I’ve shared just as much with her, and I know we bonded over the family stuff. My manager has always told me to be cautious when it comes to women. Share only what you need to until you’re sure they’re worth the risk of letting them into your life. I couldn’t stop myself from telling Wiley everything, even if I wanted to. We’ve been open books with each other from that first message Mandy sent on my behalf.

Wiley knows what she wants and the proof of that is her standing half-naked on our first video call wanting me not to keep anything from her.

“Why, Mr Scott, you seem to think this comes for free.” She waves her hand up and down her body. “You need to tell me what you were going to say, or the shirt goes back on.”

A fucking week and I want this more than my next breath. It’s not normal…right?

“Tick-tock.” She waggles her finger back and forth, before reaching for her shirt.

“Alright, you win,” I growl, not sure where this game is taking us, but wanting to control the next move. “I was going to say that my cousin Mandy mentioned that there’s such a thing as…love at first sight.”

I wince as the words leave my mouth, half expecting her to laugh in my face. A thoughtfulness crosses her gorgeous features, the afternoon sunlight streaming through her window, highlighting the thin ring of blue in her eyes, her pupils wide and alight with need.

“And does that frighten you?” she asks, shifting positions, and I catch her teeth biting into her pink, glossy lips.

“Does it frighten you?” I reply with a question of my own.

“I think you’ll need to incentivise me to answer that question, Mr Scott,” she taunts, holding her shirt up and waggling her eyebrows.

“I think that can be arranged,” I smirk, gripping my shirt at the back of my neck and pulling it over my head in one swift motion, dropping it on the floor.

There’s no missing the appreciative hum Wiley releases. Even on the video call, I can tell she’s devouring me in a way I want to see up close and personal. “So, is this incentive enough?”

“It’s certainly impressive,” she hums, tugging at her lip playfully. “I think I might need to see some more, though.”

Fuck! Are we doing this? I mean, I am all in for it. I guess I’m a little shocked and that doesn’t happen too often to me. This woman is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

“Ladies first.” I wink, the decision to keep playing an easy one, but fair is fair, right?

“Such a gentleman,” she teases, her plump lips parting and I wish to fucking god she was in front of me. I want to fucking kiss her, take her mouth and brand it as mine.

My need is only intensified as she positions her phone on something and steps back, giving me a full view of her body as she turns, slipping her pants over that fucking ass of hers. A matching pink lace G-string, nestled between her peach ass cheeks, tips me over the edge and I can’t stop the string of curses falling from my lips. As she steps out of her pants, turning painfully slowly to the front, my hand falls to my cock, gripping it tightly in the hopes of not embarrassing myself.

“So, does the idea of love at first sight frighten you, Asher?” She skims her fingers across the top of her G-string, coming to a halt at the pink bow sitting in direct line with her pussy.

“Fuck, Wiley. The things you’re doing to me,” I groan, my voice husky and on edge.

“That doesn’t answer my question, but I can assure you the feeling is very mutual. I…I’ve never done anything like this before, you have to know that, Asher. It’s just…”

“It’s just this thing between us,” I finish her sentence. “It’s crazy and scary and I want it…you, more than my next breath.”

“Yes,” she breathes, a sense of relief washing over her. “Does that mean you believe in love at first sight?”

“I…I don’t, well I didn’t,” I correct myself seeing alarm rising within her. “Meeting you has changed so many things I thought I knew, Wiley. Do you believe?”

“Quid. Pro. Quo,” she states, nibbling on her lip and toying with the strap of her bra.

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