Page 39 of Take Me to the Valley

“For the record, I wouldn’t be trying to sneak around at my parents’ house. There is someone always home and I would be way too scared of being caught,” she says, flouncing into my room.

Growing up, once I realized I had a crush on her, I was scared to walk into that house and catch her with someone. So I always made sure I had Cody with me and he walked in the door first. Silly things my teenage self would imagine and the thoughtswould run crazily through my mind. With one sentence, she put a younger version of me at ease. I wonder if she knew what she was doing with that one.

Once back in my room, her nerves must be kicking in because she is suddenly shyer that she was downstairs. That’s the last thing I want. Cupping her face in my hand, I rub my thumb along her cheek, grounding us both in this moment.

“You are in control here. You say stop and we stop. I want this but it’s because I wantyou,” I stress.

Right away, she relaxes and wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me in for a kiss. I let her take control of this one because I can tell she needs it. Though I do walk her backward toward the bed, letting the back of her knees hit the bed. Startled, she sits and looks questioningly at me.

It hits me then my arm is going to slow us down, but she’s obviously waiting for me to make the next move. So I do.

“Remove your shirt,” I tell her, not moving or taking my eyes off her.

I swear she moves in slow motion as each inch of skin below her shirt is revealed. My heart is races and suddenly I want her naked to see all of her.

She is so much more beautiful than whatever I came up with in my head. She has curves that I can’t wait to touch, and the blush on her cheeks is sexy as hell.

But she’ looking down at her hands and nervously twisting them.

“What’s running through that perfect head of yours?” I ask.

“It’s nothing.” She takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, but won’t meet my eyes.

“If it’s bothering you, then it’s something. Tell me, baby girl.” I run my hand through her hair, wanting a small connection between us.

“It’s just…” she pauses.

Giving her time to form her thoughts, I don’t speak.

“It’s just I’m older than you. I’ve got stretch marks, and my thighs prove I like cake over carrots…” she murmurs.

“I love your body,” I say, reaching for her hand and placing it on my hard cock to prove my point. “Age doesn’t matter to me. Your stretch marks make you human, and I honestly love your curves. Don’t you dare start eating carrots over cake because I know that isn’t you.”

Reaching up, I unbutton my shirt, but she stops me, placing her hand over mine.

“Can I?” Her words are a mere sigh.

Unable to speak, I nod, watching her face as she slowly unbuttons my shirt. Even though she’s seen me without a shirt every night as she helps with my shoulder, this feels different. But right now, her beautiful eyes are roaming over me like a whisper in the wind. When the shirt drops to the ground, her hand lightly traces over one of my tattoos. I want her with everything in me. And I don’t want to wait another minute.

Catching her eye, I give her an order. “Take off your clothes and lie in the middle of the bed.” I’m hardly able to get the words out just thinking of her naked in my bed.

If I was able to remove her clothes, I would take my time and kiss every inch of her skin, ending at her pussy. But with one arm, it makes that challenging. But I will make up for it as soon as I can use my arm again. Though there’s no way I want to wait to have her and show her that I’m all in. All the way.

Watching her peel off every piece of clothing is the most erotic show I’ve ever seen. Her bra hits the ground, exposing her large breasts and hard dusty pink nipples. Then she slowly removes her pants and as they hit the floor, she steps out of them, standing in just her lacy underwear. I lose any sense of composure when they hit the ground and want to devour her.

Unhurriedly, she moves to the center of the bed and watches me as I just as slowly remove my pants and boxers. I reach into my nightstand, grab a condom, and toss it beside her on the bed before climbing between her legs.

I spread her wide for me and as I lean down to get my first taste of her, she tries to close her legs.

“You don’t have to too…” she trails off.

I pause for a moment. Who the hell made her feel like that? I don’t want to think of her with other men because at this moment, I’m certain she won’t be with anyone else ever again.

“Open your legs, baby girl. This isn’t for you, this is for me.” Without another word, I push her legs wide and kiss and nibble up the inside of her thighs.

When my lips connect with her clit, her back bows off the bed. She tastes sweet and I want more and more. With how vocal she is, I know she’s enjoying this. I’m instantly addicted, and I’d spend all night down here if I could. But my cock is begging for attention, and the position is making my shoulder throb. I realize really quickly I’m going to have to put her in control, so I don’t cause any setbacks.

Sitting up, I grab the condom, putting it on carefully with one hand, not once taking my eyes off of her.

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