Page 32 of Stalker's Valentine

“You just gave me my first kiss,” she shared, snapping me out of my head and putting me right back into the moment.

“Jesus, Scar, cutie…” I was at a loss for words.

First everything.

I would be the only man she would ever have.

“It was perfect.” She smiled, and I breathed out. My lips pressed against hers. My girl let me take control,

“You’re a virgin?” I asked, trying not to lose my load right then and there.

“I am.” I’d known it, but hearing the confirmation made my toes curl in my damn shoes.

“How is that fucking possible? You’re twenty-five.”

“I know. I just… I told you, I don’t date,” she muttered while I tried to hold myself back.

The primal being in me wanted to toss her to the ground and show her just what she had been missing. But I kept hold of some control and restrained myself from acting like a feral animal.

“Fucking hell.” My head dipped down, pressing my forehead against her chest. My breaths came out choppily and unsteadily.She is untouched.Never been kissed until me.She’s been waiting for you!the thing in me shouted.Claim her! Take her! Breed her!

“Does this mean you don’t want me anymore?” she asked shyly after a moment.

“Fuck no,” I cursed, kissing the center of her chest. “Not even close. It just means we have to slow down just a bit.” My eyes rose and connected with hers. I could tell by the look on her face she didn’t like that.

“I don’t need to slow down. I just need you. Please, Merri,” she whined.

“Oh, you’re going to get me, cutie. You’re going to get everything, Scarlett.” I hoisted her back up and off the wall and carried her directly to her bedroom.

I tried to keep my steps slow and steady in case she changed her mind and needed more time, but by the way she held on to my face, dipping her lips from one side of my face to the other, peppering me with her sweet kisses while her hands stroked my beard, I knew slowing down was the last thing she wanted to do.

We stepped into her room, the room I’d just been in to jack off and come on her panties, the room she had almost caught me in. I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t. Knowing she loved me, that she would soon be mine and only mine, was the only thing I could think about. I turned the lights on, and she frowned.

“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?” I asked, slowly setting her down. Making sure she felt just how hard my body was against hers.

“No.” She shook her head. “That’s not it.” She chewed on her bottom lip. I could feel her nerves hit the air.

“What is it?”

“The lights are on,” she pointed out shyly.

“Of course, they are. You think I waited forty years for my woman, and I’m not going to get my fill of what her body looks like?”

“But, Merri,” she started to argue, “I’m not like the women you’ve been with. I’m––“

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” I whispered against her lips before stealing a kiss. “You’re mine.”

“I am. I’m yours.” My hands moved up the front of the buttoned-up cardigan she was wearing.

Our eyes connected, and when Scarlett nodded, my hand shook as they worked one button at a time, revealing smooth tan skin inch by inch. When the last one was undone, the tips of my fingers skimmed her skin until I reached her shoulders and pulled the cardigan off, leaving her in a lacey underwire bra. Her tits were incredible. Full and heavy. I could see through the sheer lace exactly how puckered up her dark nipples were. My mouth watered to taste those little chocolate chip morsels. To take them into my mouth and suck, swirl my tongue around them, all to hear the sounds she’d make.

But it would have to wait.

I ripped my shirt off, pulled it up and over my head, letting it land on the ground. Silence filled the room. The only thing I could make out was our shallow breathing. My hands moved to the front of her jeans, and she stopped me. She started to undo hers, and I did the same. Neither of us stopped until we stood in nothing but our underwear.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I hoarsely praised.

“I’m a little curvy.”

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