Page 20 of Wooded Bliss

Thatcher’s fingers wrapping around my wrists and pulling my hands away from where I’ve covered my face in embarrassment sends tingles over my skin and throughout my entire body. What the hell is that? It can’t be normal.

“What do you mean?” He asks the question again and the hard edge in his voice makes me want to squirm.

“For a long time, I thought I was broken,” the words tumble from my lips. Even though I’m embarrassed, I can’t seem to pull my gaze away from his. “I could see a guy and know he was attractive, but they didn’t do anything for me. Well,” I admit and wince slightly, “there was one guy I was attracted to.”

He snarls, “Who?”

I fidget slightly and then Thatcher follows through with his earlier words. His large hands grip my waist and then I’m being lifted into his lap until I’m straddling him. The position we’re in should make me want to hide or move away from him, but I lean into him instinctively.

Whatever is happening between us is so strange, but at the same time I don’t want it to stop. The warmth from him seepsinto my body. I have to fight myself to not burrow against his chest.

“It was just a guy. He was older than me, but I had the biggest crush,” I whisper, unable to meet his eyes. “Then, suddenly, he all but disappeared. I knew he was okay because I would overhear little things from his two younger brothers. Still, I didn’t see him for ten years.”

Thatcher’s breathing deepens as he grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. His touch is gentle as he lifts my face until I’m looking at him. “Are you talking about me, little one?”

“Yes,” I whisper, the single word barely audible, but there all the same.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

Before I know what is happening, his lips are taking mine in a kiss. It is gentle, possessive, and so damn good that my toes curl. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips and I eagerly part for him. As if he’s making up for lost time, he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

The kiss is hot, scorching really, and I feel it everywhere. My pussy clenches around nothing and I know I’m dripping wet. For him; all for him.

My hips start to move against him, his hard length there for the taking and right now I really want to take. He feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like it.

It’s not like I haven’t gotten myself off. I have, many times, and I’m good at it. But this is something completely different. I want all of him and I want it buried inside of my pussy.

Now.

Thatcher’s lips trail along my jawline and then down my neck. The little growls he lets out against my skin and the way his touch incites tingles wherever he touches me is almost too much. I move my hips faster against him, desperately needing friction.

“Little one,” he growls, the sound more animalistic than human and it turns me on even more, “are you saying no one has ever touched you before? You’re a virgin and all mine?”

The thought of being his and only his, the way it feels for him to claim me with his words, along with the feeling of his lips kissing along my collarbone, has me tipping my head back. “Yes,” I hiss.

Suddenly, Thatcher is standing with me still in his arms before stalking through my house, each step reverberating through the space and filled with purpose. I don’t have it in me to protest. Why would I when the way he touches me feels like fucking magic?

“I’ve waited for you,” he rasps against my skin.

His words are surprising, and I rear back from him. The movement causes his lips to lose contact with my skin and I swear the man pouts slightly. I can’t tear my eyes away from him as he lowers me to my bed slowly, not once looking away from me. Sincerity shines back at me, but what he said can’t be true, can it?

“You’re a virgin?” I sound incredulous as fuck, but I don’t have it in me to sound anything other than shocked. “There’s no way. No way are you a virgin and now you’re choosing to be with me.”

A wickedly sexy grin stretches his lips as he begins to slowly peel my clothes off my body. His voice is hypnotic, “I was waiting for the right person, a very special person.” I’m sure I have ashocked as hell look on my face, but it’s inevitable considering what he’s saying to me. “Then a certain florist showed up at my door and I knew that I was waiting for you,” there’s so much truth in his voice.

When I’m naked, he gently pushes me back and I sprawl out on my bed, my hair a halo around my head, as he stands to his full, glorious height. I watch, unable to look away, as he removes his tight t-shirt and then shucks his shoes, socks, and jeans. The boxer briefs he’s wearing hide nothing and my eyes widen at the sight.

It’s not like I expected Thatcher to be a small man, but the man’s obviously hard length is borderline obscene. And totally too big for me. I clench my thighs together, but this time it’s not in desire, it’s in pure self-preservation.

He drops to his knees with a smirk on his face as his large hands glide from my knees up to my thighs. When he pushes them apart, I don’t resist because the feeling of him touching me is just too good.

“I might not have been with anyone, Birdie, but I’ve thought a lot about what it would be like to meet the woman destined to be mine,” there’s a husky growl in his voice which has me relaxing into my bed. “I’m going to get you ready by stretching out your tight little pussy. When you’re dripping for me, I’ll slide inside of you and make you mine.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my back arching with the way his words wash over me like a caress.

I did not do this man justice in my fantasies. Tingles zing over my skin, making it hard to comprehend anything other than the way he’s touching me and the pleasure I know he’s going to deliver. His fingers move slowly, rubbing nonsensical patternsacross my skin until he slides a fingertip between my pussy lips. The groan he lets out when he finds me soaked for him is guttural, animalistic, and makes me even wetter for him.

How does this man turn me on so much? As he presses one of his thick fingers inside of me, I gasp and wiggle my hips, begging for more and adjusting to the feeling. If I feel this full with a finger, how the hell am I going to handle all of him.

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