Our lips meet, and I slip my tongue into her mouth as she opens for me. Reaching between our bodies, I slide a finger into her wetness and feel her inner muscles grip me tightly. I pull back and watch her as I slip a second finger into her silky pussy. “Fuck. You’re going to strangle my dick,” I groan.
She bites her lip and arches her back as I increase the pressure from my fingers. My thumb finds her clit and rubs. “I’m kinda new at this.” That’s an understatement. I realize my girl might have left a few things out when my fingers press against the unmistakable barrier of her innocence.
“We’ll make it work,” I assure her as my heart pounds in my chest. Knowing this girl will only ever belong to me loosens my tongue. “I love you.” I’m unable to hold back the words any longer.
Her inner muscles spasm around my fingers as she comes again. I slow my thrusts to let her recover. After a few moments, she smiles up at me. “I know it’s crazy, but I love you, too.” She kisses my chin and sighs. “Are we still going to finish the main event?”
“That’s my plan.” I nibble on her soft neck before staring down into her eyes. “If you need me to stop, I will.”
Her soft hands wrap around my shoulder as I run my hard cock through her juices. Swallowing, I place my erection at her entrance and begin to press into her wetness. My cock is begging me to slam forwards while I warn myself to move slowly so I don’t hurt my love. Her innocence resists at first, but I push through and pause when her nails dig into my flesh. “You okay?” I lean down and place tiny kisses along her cheeks. She eventually relaxes around me, and I slowly begin to thrust.
“Wow.” She sighs and wraps her legs higher on my hips. I’m able to slip a little deeper, and we both groan as my cock butts against her cervix. I feel the tingling at the base of my spine and know I won’t be able to hold this orgasm back for long.
I lift her leg over my arm and somehow manage to slide even further into her wet center. I rub her clit, and tremors start deep in her pussy and move through her whole body. When Phoebe leans up and bites my shoulder, I see sparks flash behind my eyelids as I come with her. I barely have any strength left, but I manage to roll us over and pull her onto my chest. “I love you,” I tell her one more time.
Chapter Seven
Drake
The rest of the weekend flies by while we learn more about each other. Since I refuse to damage her newly broken in little pussy, we’ll have to wait for a repeat performance. My cock rebels at my chivalry, but my heart knows it’s the right thing to do. We stay at the cabin until Monday morning and then head back to the city. I know she’s going to be working extra over the next two weeks since Christmas is her work holiday, and I’m already worrying about our time apart.
As we drive back toward home, I think ahead and dread tonight. I’ve gotten used to falling asleep with her wrapped tightly in my arms, and sleeping all alone in my big bed doesn’t hold any appeal. “I hate to drop you off at home.” I bring her soft hand to my lips and kiss the back of it.
She glances over at me and agrees. “I know. Sleeping alone is going to suck.”
Asking her to come home with me is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow the words. Our budding relationship is too important to jeopardize by acting rashly.
“I know you work every day until Friday. Would you spend next weekend with me at my house?” Waiting four days will kill me, but my girl is worth any amount of torture.
She glances over and smiles. “Absolutely, I can’t wait.”
Walking Phoebe to her front door causes pain to pierce my heart. In the last few days, she’s become as vital to me as breathing. “I love you.” After dropping her suitcase in her room, I kiss her soft lips and run my hands through her silky hair. “God, it kills me to even think about leaving you.”
“Would you like to do dinner tomorrow night? It’ll have to be a late dinner since I work until seven.” As she bites her lip and glances up, I barely resist the urge to pump my fist in the air to celebrate. I’ll do whatever it takes to spend more time with my girl.
After our trip to the cabin, Phoebe and I begin to spend all our free time together. Knox is giving me hell at the office over the amount of extra work he’s having to do to keep up, but I ignore him. When he calls me and bitches about his wife missing him, I remind the fucker about all I’ve done to help him in the past.
It’s three days after Christmas, and tonight, we’re having dinner with the entire Walker family to celebrate our holidays. I’m excited they finally get to meet my love. “Would you freaking marry the girl and start pulling your weight around here?” Knox stands at my office door and whines.
“I’m fucking working during the holidays,” I grumble and ignore his ass.
After flipping him off, I text Phoebe to check on our plans for tonight. “Lovesick asshole.” He gets tired of me ignoring him and storms away. I find it funny how quickly he’s forgotten the beginning of his relationship with Sloane. Dickhead.
Before anyone else arrives, we exchange gifts. We postponed our holiday celebration until today because of Phoebe’s work schedule. She’s worked for the last four days in a row. After working twelve hours a day, she came home too exhausted to even think about presents.
She laughs and throws her arms around my neck when she sees the diamond pendant tucked inside the light blue box. “Oh my. It’s beautiful. “She stares down at it and bites her lip. “But it’s way too much.”
I take the platinum necklace out of the velvet box and place it around her neck. “Nothing is too much for you.” Kissing her soft skin, I think about the matching ring I bought at the same time. Soon, I’ll slip it on her finger.
Phoebe gives me a new sweater, and I pull it on over my dress shirt. “I feel like you got the short end of the gift-giving stick,” she worries, and I lean over to kiss her soft lips.
“You’re the best present I’ve ever gotten. Nothing could ever be better.” As she kisses me, I wonder if it’s too late to cancel our dinner plans with the Walkers? I’d rather spend the evening alone with my girl.
Knox and Sloane, his wife, arrive first. While the girls hit it off immediately, Knox glances over at me and smirks. “Holy shit. I can’t believe you got such a beautiful woman to give you the time of day.” I rub the side of my head with my middle finger, and he laughs. “Seriously, I’m happy for you.” He looks at the girls then back over at me. “Now, you’ve had your time off. Between the accident and taking all this time to woo your girl. I’m drowning.” He sighs dramatically, and I roll my eyes. “Please, get your ass back to the office.”
Shaking my head, I frown. “What are you bitching about? I’ve been there every day since I got out of the hospital.”
He walks over and pours us each a drink and sighs. “Nope. Your body has been at work. I have no idea where the hell your mind has been.” After he hands me the whiskey, I take a sip and realize he’s right. Phoebe has been consuming every ounce of my brain for weeks.
The elder Walkers and Sally arrive a little later, and the rest of the night passes as everyone gets to know my girl. “You’re one lucky man.” Mr. Walker walks up and slaps my back. Like father like son runs through my mind, and I smirk at him.