Page 10 of All the Way
“Fine,” I say, “you’ve convinced me.”
It’s my fucking dream to stay up all night talking to Jess and making her feel good and warm and safe. It’s a good thing I couldn’t go home even if I wanted to. Not that I want to. Not that I’d ever want to.
Jess’ dad sets me up with a fluffy pink blanket and pillow, and after everyone’s gone to bed, Jess is still up, tidying the kitchen and taking in the tree from afar.
“I have to say it does look really good,” she says, padding over to me. “You want me to grab you some fresh socks? Are your feet cold?”
“Nope,” I say. “But I do want you to come over here.” I pat the seat next to me on the couch and she walks over shyly. She was always like this. It’s part of what I immediately liked about her. “I hope your day’s turned around and ended up being okay.”
“Okay?” She laughs, slipping one leg beneath her and turning to me. “It wasn’t just okay. It was perfect.” She gazes up at me, small and quiet, her eyes swimming with something I can’t put my finger on. “Today I shut the radio off because I didn’t want to hear Christmas music. But now I want to hear it. It feels like a different day than it started out as.”
“Oh yeah?” I say, slipping a lock of hair behind her ear. “What’d you listen to instead?”
“Oh, nothing,” she says. “It was just this old mixtape someone made for me a long time ago.”
She bites down on her lip, and I strain to make my cock behave. I have no claim over this woman anymore, but that makes me want her all the more. She still feels like mine, even though she isn’t. That needs to be fixed. I need to make her mine. I need to feel her toes against my legs when I wake up in the middle of the night. I need her to be there. I need her body and her heart. I don’t just want to make her pussy mine. I want to make all of her for all of me.
“It’s settled. We’re going to take a drive in your truck before you have to leave for school again. I don’t care if I need to go out there and shovel all the roads myself.” I wrap my arms around her waist, and she’s smooth and soft as I feel her melt into my body.
“What if we just shovel one street and drive up and down it?” she says, grasping onto me and looking up, her eyes searching mine.
“That would be fine.” My dick is absolutely rock solid thinking about all the things I’m going to do to her, how I’m going to take my time with her body and make her beg and plead with me to give her my cock.
Her breath quakes and I can feel her heart beat inside her, trying to signal to her lips the next words to speak. “Remember what we talked about the last time we saw each other?”
I laugh. It’s like she’s toying around with my cock. “Of course I remember. I didn’t want to rush you. I wanted to wait until you were absolutely certain that you were ready. And then when you had to leave for school and we knew we wouldn't be able to be together, I didn't want you to do anything you'd regret. But now? I’m sure you’ve had plenty of opportunity to finally have sex off at grad school.”
“I have to tell you something, Chris.” She looks up at me through her long, fluttering lashes. A dusting of pink flushes over her cheeks as she looks out the window. The soft light of the tree and the moon cascade over her face and body, and I look down at her breasts, the slightest hint of cleavage peeking out from her delicate lace bra beneath her cozy sweater. Even after a year has gone by, I can still taste her sweet kisses on my mouth.
I sink down into the couch, her body coming toward me and resting on my chest. “What is it, honey?”
“God, this is so embarrassing.” Snuggling her face into my chest, she whispers, “I still haven’t done it.”
My baby is still a virgin. Another man’s cock hasn’t had the sweet pleasure of feeling that beautiful, tight pussy. And now, that feeling of possessiveness that surged through my veins when I saw Josh talking to her? That was nothing. That was absolutely fuckingnothing.
“Why is that embarrassing, baby?” I cup her cheeks in my hands and peer down at her milky, pure skin. My cock is hard as steel, and I know I’m about to make her mine. Because my cock and my lips haven’t gone anywhere near another girl in the past year. I’ve only jerked off thinking ofher, and all the girls in the world at a naughty or nice party couldn’t take my mind off her.
“I haven’t even kissed another guy.” Her confession makes me wild inside. I bend down to capture her lips with mine, my tongue forcing its way inside her soft pink mouth as she opens up for me. I feel her body fall into me like a wave, the sweet heat from deep inside her melting into me.
“You think you’re finally ready to do it?” I try, pulling her onto my lap. I can practically smell the desire coming off her. She’s glowing, and as she moves to straddle my lap and wraps her arms tight around my neck, my cock is already about to explode.
Her breathing becomes jagged and unsteady in my hands. I know I can get her off by just slipping my fingers down her stomach and into her panties. To feel that softness against my hand, to feel that button beneath my fingers. She’d melt in my hands in an instant.
“I don’t know, Chris. Right now?” She pulls away from me and stiffens up a little, but her pussy in my lap is saying something different.
“Let me do something else, if you don’t want to yet,” I whisper gently into her ear, pushing her soft hair away.
Pulling her up and away from my cock, I move her body so her stomach is in front of my lips. Her skin is so soft, her body curving in just the right way. I can barely take it as I kiss her stomach, pushing her sweater up slowly as I make a trail of smooth kisses down to the top of her jeans. I look up to see her gorgeous face, craving her mouth on my cock. But I need to make her pussy mine, and I need to do it right now. And even if she isn’t ready to feel me inside her, claiming her, I need to make her know that I can do more for her than any other guy can.
“What are you doing to my body?” she moans sweetly, her belly rising and falling more rapidly with her breath. My hand slips down past the waist of her jeans and I feel a little tuft of hair teasing my fingers. I need her on my tongue, and I undo her jeans fast and grip her by the waist, laying her down on the couch.
She meets me halfway and wiggles out of her jeans, kicking them down onto the floor. I take the plunge and slip her panties aside, my heart threatening to burst out of my fucking body.
“This is mine, baby.” I lick up her slit, stopping to suck her little pink clit into my mouth. “No one else’s. Do you understand?” I slip a finger inside her soaked pussy as she shudders and quakes against my touch.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyelids shut tight. “Yes.”
“Say you understand that your pussy is mine,” I command, pumping a finger deep and feeling every inch of her, pressing myself against her and feeling her from deep inside. “Say it.”
