Page 6 of Babygirl for Christmas

A wide smile spreads across his face, and I’m once again distracted by his sexiness. I know I shouldn’t be staring at him. I’m much too young for him to be interested in me, but I can’t seem to help myself.

My emotions are raw and all over the place. I could easily fall prey to his charms… Or maybe it would be him falling prey to mine, considering the dirty thoughts in my head.

6

Nick

Cherry is withdrawn tonight.We eat in awkward silence broken up only by small talk. It’s not exactly what I had hoped for, but I’ll take spending time with Cherry any way I can get it. She’s going to make me work for her affections, and I’m okay with that.

“So, what made you decide to stay here instead of heading back to Chicago?” I ask, genuinely curious. I know she bought Clipped, the local salon, but the way her grandma talked about her, she seemed to think Cherry was happy living in the city.

She sighs and stands from the table, clearing the empty dishes. I follow her to the kitchen, not wanting to let her out of my sight for even a minute. She’s silent as she rinses the dishes, and it’s not until I hear her sniffle that I realize she’s crying. My gut clenches, knowing that I’ve upset her with my question. I reach around her and shut off the tap. I spin her around and wrap her up in my arms, holding her close. It’s as if my hug gives her permission to let go, and she lets out a pitiful sob.

“Shh… I’ve got you,” I assure her. “Let it out, baby.”

Every tear eats at my heart. I never could’ve imagined the amount of pain she’s been holding at bay. I know she’s been hurting, but this is a whole other level. I shift away from her slightly, intending to pick her up and carry her to the living room, but she wraps her arms around me, clinging.

“It’s okay, babygirl. I’m not going anywhere. I was just going to carry you to the living room.”

Her tearstained face tips up to mine, and she nods. I press a kiss to her forehead and lift her into my arms. I take a seat on the couch with Cherry on my lap. She sits stiffly for a minute, but as I rub calming circles on her back she melts into my chest. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, loving the fact that she’s trusting me to take care of her in this way. It calls to my daddy side and makes me itch to make her mine.

Finally, she cries herself out and rests quietly in my arms. Her breaths even out, and I realize that she’s fallen asleep. This isn’t how I saw the night playing out, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. My Cherry needed me, and I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

Cherry sniffles in her sleep, and I run my fingers through her hair, soothing her back into a restful sleep. My heart is full to bursting for this woman, and I want nothing more in this world than to give her happiness.

About an hour later, she shifts in my lap, rubbing her delectable ass on my cock. I barely bite back my groan as it stiffens beneath her. I feel like a lecher, getting a hardon when she’s vulnerable. She moves again, and this time I can’t hold back my groan. The sound must rouse her from sleep because her eyes blink open, and she looks at me.

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to cry all over you.”

She moves to get off my lap, but I hold her tighter to prevent her from moving. I’m just not ready to let her go yet. “It’s okay, babygirl. I’m glad I was able to be here for you.”

“Thank you, Nick. You didn’t have to do that though. Most men would’ve run for the hills at the first sign of tears.”

She doesn’t meet my eyes as she talks, and I can tell she’s uncomfortable. I want to tell her that she never has to worry about that with me because it’s my job to take care of her. That she’s my babygirl, and I’ll always be here for her. With a finger under her chin, I raise her face to mine. “I’m not most men, Cherry.”

I trail my finger up her jaw as I gaze into her mesmerizing hazel eyes. Right now, they are deep pools of green edged with golden brown. Tomorrow they might be brown with small flecks of green. Her eyes are ever-changing with her moods. I cup her face in my palm as I slowly close the distance between us. I pause with my lips a hairsbreadth away from hers. The desire to take her lips—to kiss her breathless and make her mine is overwhelming. Instead, we sit frozen in place, breathing each other’s air.

As the seconds pass, I can feel our connection growing. The look in her eyes says that she’s seeing things in a new light. That I’m not just the son of her neighbor, but as a man. Her pupils dilate with desire, but I can sense her hesitation. She’s deciding if she’s going to be brave enough to close the distance between us or if she’s going to tuck tail and run. Finally, steely resolve blankets her, and I know she’s decided to push me away. I let my hand fall away from her face and back away from her lips, disappointment weighing heavily on me.

Which is why I’m shocked when Cherry crushes her lips to mine in a desperate kiss. Her soft lips move over mine, and she grunts in frustration when I don’t instantly return her kiss. The shock wears off quickly, and I kiss her back like she wants. The desperation I felt from her when she first initiated the kiss slowly evolves into sweet passion.

Cherry’s hands fist my shirt, and her lips part, begging me to deepen the kiss. I don’t hesitate to plunge into the warm, wet heat of her mouth searing our lips together. She moans sweetly and clenches her thighs together. My cock is a steel rod in my pants, and the slight shift of her position has me throbbing against her ass.

Gripping her hips, I lift her from her my lap and turn her so she’s straddling me. The change in position practically causes my eyes to cross with pleasure. I can feel the heat of her pussy even through the layers of our clothes. I can only imagine how wet and slick she must be. She rolls her hips, dragging her pussy across my hard cock and extracting a moan from us both. As we kiss, she rocks against me, pushing me to the very edge of my control.

“You’re killing me,” I groan, gripping her hips and preventing her from moving.

Cherry nips my lower lip as if to punish me from stopping her movements. I squeeze her hips in warning. “I want you, Nick.”

Her breathy words and her kiss swollen lips almost break my resolve, but this is not the time to make her mine. Right now, she’s drunk on lust, and I won’t take advantage of her vulnerability. I’m not in this for one night of passion. I want so much more. I want her to crave me the same way I do her. I need her to want forever—not just tonight.

“Babygirl, I want to fuck you into next year… but I want so much more than that.” I brush my lips along her jaw, stopping at her ear. “I’m going to make you mine, Cherry.”

It’s a risk to admit my end goal so early, but I feel like we’ve wasted years. She’s mine… I just have to convince her of that. Thankfully, I like a challenge. It’s a good thing, too, because right before my eyes, I see Cherry systematically shutting down on me. Her grip on my shirt loosens, and she scoots back on my lap until she’s no longer sitting on my cock. She chews her plump bottom lip as she studies me—assessing my sincerity.

I hate the distance she’s putting between us… Not just the physical space, but the emotional shields are slipping back into place too. She’s not ready, and that’s okay. Slowly, I lift my hands to cup her face, giving her plenty of time to deny me, but she remains in place. I will her to see the sincerity of my words. I caress her soft skin and get a thrill when she tilts her head into my palm. She closes her eyes with a sigh, relaxing into my touch.

“I’m scared,” she says whisper soft.

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