Page 19 of Surrender
Dallis firmly believed that if a man liked a woman, he simply liked her. It didn’t matter how soon or long it took for them to sleep together. She wasn’t a conquest to him. She was it for him, and he could tell her that, but he wanted to show her. He needed her to come to that realization on her own. Actions always spoke far louder than words, which he planned on doing.
When she held upCentral Intelligence, he took it from her and put it into the DVD player. Sitting back on the couch, he watched as she pushed play. When she sat the remote down, he pulled her to his side.
They had skipped through the previews and were only about twenty minutes into the movie when he got up to take the pizza out. He turned the oven off and left it to cool for a few minutes. While it did, he grabbed some plates and glasses. He poured them both some apple juice.
Picking up the pizza cutter, he cut it into eight pieces before going to the sink and rinsing it off.
“Beautiful!” he called. “How many pieces do you want?”
“Um..two,” she responded.
He placed two pieces on a plate for her and three on a plate for him. He grabbed the plates and the glasses and went back into the living room. She took a plate and a drink from him, and Dallis reclaimed his seat beside her.
They continued to watch the movie as they ate, and when they finished, she took his plate and glass from him before taking them into the kitchen. When she returned, the glasses filled again, she set them on the table.
While she had gone into the kitchen, Dallis had rearranged himself on the couch. So, he pulled her down to sit between his legs and lay back on his chest. She was a little stiff at first, but it only took a few seconds for her to relax. It seemed that each time they did something intimate, it would take her less time to become comfortable with it.
As she lay against his chest, he placed his hands on her stomach under her shirt and began to rub it gently. Her skin was hot against his palm, and he wondered if she was nervous or turned on. He figured it may have been a little bit of both.
Dallis would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to slip his hands into her pants and see how wet he could make her, but the first time she came for him, he wanted to be able to see her face. Be able to look into her eyes as she came undone.
“Hey, Dallis,” she called as the credits to the movie began to roll some time later.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Where do your parents think you are?”
“At my girlfriend’s house.”
She stiffened a bit. “Did you tell them that...do they know that I’m...”
Dallis knew what she was trying to ask, and though his parents knew that she was both his teacher and six years older than he was, he didn’t want to tell her. He knew she wouldn’t be happy about it and would pull away from him a bit. However, he also didn’t want to lie to her about it because when he did tell her that they knew, it could blow up in his face. So, he decided to tell a half-truth. Hoping the backlash from it later would be minimal.
“They know you’re older than I am,” he stated, keeping his answer simple and vague.
She nodded against his chest before sitting up, and Dallis wanted to pull her back to him. However, he allowed her to go through the other movies he had brought. When she had chosen one, she put it into the player.
They again skipped through the previews, and when the main menu came up, Dallis was a little surprised that she had chosen it. He had only put the movie in the bag because it had been one his cousin Callie had left at his house, and he planned on returning it to her when he finished spending time with Colbie. Though if she wanted to watchMoana, he had no problem watching it with her.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asked her when they were halfway through the movie.
“I’m going to visit my parents and siblings. What are you doing?”
“We’re having dinner with my godparents.”
He would have invited her if she hadn’t had plans, but he knew he had time to introduce her to his parents. It wasn’t like he was going to let her go anywhere, and he also knew she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
When the movie went off again, he watched as she picked up the remote and took it back to the main menu before sitting up and turning to look at him.
“Do you want to watch another movie or do something else?” she questioned.
Dallis grabbed her arm and pulled her to him so they were chest to chest. “What I want to do...is you,” he told her.
Her eyes studied his, and he knew that she had found the honesty of his statement in them. He did want to do her. He’d wanted to since the first time he laid eyes on her on the first day of school. And though he wouldn’t that day. he found no harm in being honest with her.
Dallis was man enough to admit that, like most people, it was physical attraction that pulled his attention to her, but as he slowly learned about her, it became much more. Now, after spending time with her, it was even more profound. He cared about her in a way that he had never cared about anyone else he had been involved with.
That kept him from rushing her, ripping her clothes off of her, and introducing her pussy to his dick. He knew that his patience would show her that she didn’t need to be afraid of their relationship going bad, of him just wanting one thing or risking her career for sex because it was far more than that. He knew if she could see those things, then she would let her guard down one hundred percent because he knew it was still up a bit; she could be free to enjoy their relationship as he was.
