Page 37 of Innocent Princess

"When I make love to you for the first time, it will be in a bed, where we are alone and at no risk of being interrupted, and I'm going to take my time. I'm going to kiss every inch of your body and make sure your first time is nothing short of amazing."

She shivers.

I kiss back up the path I just made down her neck. "You like the sound of that, Blondie?"

"Yeah," she breathes.

I'm tempted to take her right here and now, but this needs to be special. Reluctantly, I pull away.

"But right now, we are going to bed. I knew we don't leave until lunch, but I could spend hours devouring you, and I don't want to drive on little sleep." I roll from my side and push up off the ground.

"Fine," she slights with mock annoyance. "Whatever you want to do."

I chuckle as I wait for her to stand, then I fold up the blanket.

We walk hand in hand back to the house. It's not terribly late, but I expect to toss and turn with sexual frustration for a good while tonight. The longer I spend with her, the more I'll want to say "fuck the waiting". With us staying in the Cornors’ guest rooms, I know it would be in poor taste to do all the things I want to do to her here.Gotta be fucking patient.

Outside of Zella's room, I pull her in and give her the sweetest goodnight kiss, leaving the pixie breathless.

"Night, Blondie." I pull myself away from her and walk a few feet to my own door. "See ya in the morning."

She mutters something in the dreamy tone of hers and slips into her room.

I fall asleep with a damn grin on my face and hand on my dick, with thoughts of Zella naked in my bed.

Talk about sweet fucking dreams.

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Fred and Annasee us off right after an early lunch. The send-off is teary but hopeful. They make plans for Zella to come out over Christmas break. Though she doesn't want to leave them yet, she's in good spirits on the way home. Unlike the start of our trip, when she couldn't get a grip on her guilt. I'm curious to see if she ends up telling her mother about the meeting, but I don't dare bring it up right now. I refuse to ruin the moment.

Zella is once again singing to the music feeding through the car stereo. She's wearing a light pink skirt that comes to her knees but rides up every time she shifts in the seat. I have to say, it's making my mouth water being able to see the creamy skin of her thighs. We've been holding hands, but I can't hold back any longer.

Letting go of her hand, which is resting on the armrest between us, I reach over and place it on her upper thigh. I look at her from my peripheral vision and wait for her to grow uncomfortable. Instead, she weaves her arm through mine and continues to sing along.

After a few minutes, my fingers itch for her skin. I brush my thumb under the hem of her skirt. Still no reaction. Moments pass, and I casually adjust my hand fully under the hem and up a few inches. This time she smiles.

Just as I consider trying my luck at moving further up her thigh, she giggles.

"You might want to save it for the hotel tonight, big guy. I'm not sure I want roadside sexy time starting out."

I push out my bottom lip in a pout and move my hand back to where I started but leave us skin to skin.

"You have a point, Blondie." Once we get her good and sexed up in the bedroom, roadside sexy time is back on the table for sure. I'm personally adding that to her bucket list.

Unable to keep my thoughts off of sex, I decide some conversation is necessary to keep my sanity in check.

"I've been thinking about your bucket list." Taking my eyes off the road briefly, I find that I've got her attention.

"Oh yeah? Tell me about such thoughts." She props her elbow on the middle console armrest and leans her chin on her fist.

"How serious are you about getting a tattoo?"

"Very. I know what I want." She leans down and pulls something out of her bag, a thin journal. She flips through it, and I realize it's not a journal, but a drawing pad. She turns it my way, and there are several sketches of a whimsical sunflower, but in the center is a tiny firefly. The drawing is feminine, but not at all childish, which is what some girls get when they go with flowers or animals.

"That's wonderfully you, Blondie." I smile at her, and she sets the pad in her lap. "I've got a buddy who has his own studio. He did a couple of my older tattoos. With just a short detour, he'd be an easy stop. It would only set us back a couple of hours. It would get us to the hotel later, but I'm good to drive."

"I love this idea. I was going to ask you to take me anyway, since I don't know anything about tattoos. And I'm ready to get it today." She slides her drawing pad back into her bag after gifting me with the brightest smile.

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