Page 67 of Pinkie Promise

“I found this in the pile… I don’t know if the little Yoda’s in it but…”

A small smile appears on her face and my heart skips a beat.

“Little Yoda,” she repeats, one of her dimples popping.

“Uh, yeah,” I say, throwing the DVD back down and moving over to one side of the couch so that I’m not positioned right in the middle.

She sees my silent invitation and starts padding over to me, so light on her feet that I can’t help but stare.

I spread my knees a little wider.

Fallon lowers herself to the cushion on my right and tucks a curl behind her ear before glancing up at me. My pupils expand like crazy and her beautiful eyes get even wider.

“I’m sorry,” I say hoarsely, “for being such a dog. I think about you all the time, so when I finally get you alone I just…”

Fallon laughs and shakes her head, her soft curls bouncing around her perfect face.

“Hunter, I should be the one apologising. I’m the one who was pushing you. I don’t have much experience with other people and sometimes I guess I take things too far.”

I stare at her intently, disbelieving what I’m hearing. “Fallon, trust me, it wasn’t you who took that too far. If things were different I would… I would be encouraging things to go even further.”

She takes a little swallow, her chest pumping almost as fast as mine. My mind is racing. I can’t tell exactly what she wants and I need solid confirmation before I take this to the next level.

“I hate communicating my feelings,” she confesses, watching as I splay my thighs even wider, wanting her to straddle up on me like a little cheerleader cowgirl.

I take one of her hands and lace our fingers together, tugging her gently so that she scooches closer. “You’re good at communicating,” I tell her, loving the way that it feels to have her knees pressed up against my quad. “You don’t need to be hard on yourself.”

A small crease appears on her brow. “I find it really hard to be open with people, to be normal with people. I’ve never wanted to let anyone in before and I’m worried that I’m doing it all wrong.”

I look deep into her eyes, heat spreading through my chest.

“You haven’t done a damn thing wrong,” I tell her, but suddenly her hands are on my stomach and my mind is going blank. I inhale fast and sharp as she delicately presses her fingers against my abs, and I swipe my free palm over myforehead as she roams them up to my pecs. I groan and add, “Everything you do is perfect.”

“I thought maybe you didn’t want to do anything with me anymore ’cause of what I said today,” she winces.

I tug hard at my hair as I watch her palm my chest. “Hell no,” I say breathlessly. “I want youtoofucking much. And I want you to love it, that’s why I’m pacing it. That’s why I need you to be sure. And, uh… I need us to go slow with it so that I don’t… so that I can…”

She blinks up at me with those big sparkly eyes and I drop my hand to her collarbone, tucking my digits beneath her bra strap. I wrap my other arm behind her and shove her up onto my lap, my jaw turning rigid when she settles down exactly where I need her to.

“Fallon,” I say, my voice way too deep. She nods up at me with a nervous expression and hell if that doesn’t make me grip her tighter, press her down harder. “Remember when you came over here a while back, when we were throwing a house party? I had you in my room and I told you that there was something that I needed to tell you?”

“Yeah,” she says, her hands resting on my shoulders.

I splay both of my palms against the small of her back, pressing her warm body up against mine.

Then I bite the bullet.

“I haven’t done this before,” I murmur. “Not just the dating thing, or the girlfriend-boyfriend thing. I’m talking about…” I take a hold of her hips and gently force her down into my lap, rubbing her up and back over the thick length of my dick. She swallows quietly and her lashes flutter closed.

My cheeks have turned ruddy, nervous about how she’s gonna respond to what I’m silently telling her, but she wraps her arms tighter around my neck and buries her face into the side of it. I roam my hands down from her hips so that I can gripinto her soft behind, taking a deep inhale of her hair as I begin palming her more firmly.

“Are you being serious?” she whispers, her fingers leashing into my hair. “You’ve never been… physically intimate before?”

I nod against her before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Yeah, baby,” I murmur back. “I told you. I’m traditional.”

She nuzzles into me harder, her full breasts squishing against my rigid pecs. “That’s why you’ve been wanting to go slow?” she asks. “Not because, like, you don’t want me?”

I huff out a laugh and then shove her down harder against my cock, rubbing us together at a quicker pace than before.

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