I look toward the big massive bed and then at the nightstand. There’s a framed picture, and I walk closer and pick it up. Dumbly, I say, “That’s me!”
He laughs. “Yeah, the day we graduated high school.”
I’m still staring at the picture in amazement when JD clears his throat. I look up at him, and he nods his head toward the dresser behind him. He moves, and I look in that direction. There are at least ten pictures along the top, and they’re all of me. There’s even a recent one stuck on the dresser mirror. I look at each one, and the questions grow. I turn just as JD comes out of his closet carrying a box. He sets it on the bed and takes the lid off. One by one, he takes out scrap books. “I have every story you’ve ever published. They’re all here.”
My hand goes to my heart, and all I can do is stare in disbelief. I flip through the top book, and there are pages and pages of my stories published from high school, the college paper, and even more recent ones.
“JD...”
He grabs me, turning me toward him. He wipes at the tears on my check and cups my face. “You being here is not getting you out of my system. You being here is making all my dreams come true. You asked me earlier why I would only play for the Knoxville Knights. Well, I’ll tell you why. It’s because you’re here. Even though I didn’t think I could have you, I knew I couldn’t leave you. You are my reason for everything, Willa. Why I stayed in Knoxville, why I worked my ass off in Juco, and why I want to do my best in everything I do. Every day I was trying to be someone you’d want to be with.”
I shake my head and interrupt him. “JD, you don’t get it.”
He looks at me with confusion, and I pull back. “I’ll be right back.”
He grabs on to my hand, not wanting to let me go. “I’m going to my room to get something. I’ll be right back. I promise.”
Finally, he lets me go, and I walk down the hall to the other side of the house. I take off my clothes and grab the shirt that I folded and put under my pillow this morning when I took it off. I put it on and walk back to JD’s room. His mouth drops when he sees me. “Is that—?”
I turn and let him see the number on the back of it. “Yeah, your old football practice T-shirt. I took it after the last game your senior year and have slept in it ever since.” I move over to him. “JD, if you were at my apartment, I could show you all the clippings I’ve saved of you through the years. I have them all. And you’re the reason I know football. I’ve followed you this whole time, and I’ve never missed watching a game on television.”
His hands go to my waist, and I look up at him. “Willa, honey, this isn’t a conquest or some game. I’ve been in love with you for so long. I told you I wanted you here for the week because I didn’t know if you were ready to hear what I really wanted.”
A shiver goes down my body when he says he’s loved me for so long. “What? What do you really want, JD?”
“Forever. I want forever with you.”
I take a deep breath. “I want that too.”
He leans down and kisses me. His hands go down my back, and he picks me up, my legs wrapping around him. We sit on the bed with me in his lap. I pull away breathless. “I’m ready, JD. I want you to be my first.”
His nostrils flare. “I’ll be your first, baby. But I’m also going to be your only.”
“You too... I mean... I want that too.”
He puts his forehead against mine. “Willa, baby, you’re all I want.”
I push him back on the bed. He’s so much stronger than me he can easily resist, but he doesn’t. He lies back, and I’m hovering over top of him.
I unbutton his shirt. One by one, I undo them, moving from the top to the bottom. When I have them all done, I push the shirt away, and he leans up so I can help him take the arms out. I touch him all along his hard chest, over his shoulders and then back down to his abs. His muscles flex and jump under my palm.
He lifts his arms up and laces his hands behind his head. He’s looking almost smug as I caress his hard body. “I need your hands on me, Willa.”
I reach for the button of his slacks, but his deep voice stops me. “But first... I love seeing you with my number on you, but I need you naked, honey. Everything off.”
Nervously, I move off him and stand next to the bed. I take a deep breath and pull his big shirt off my body. I look down at myself in my black panties and matching bra. “Everything?”
He licks his lips. “Everything.”
Not just my face, but my whole body heats. I look at the ceiling and undo my bra first and then I pull my panties down and step out of them. I can’t look at him, I can’t look at him.
The room is silent until I hear him shift on the bed. “Look at me, honey.”
I lower my head and look at him. He reaches for me, his hands going to my waist, and he pulls me into him. “You’re beautiful.”
I let out the breath I’ve been holding. I never realized I’d be this nervous, but I’m literally shaking. He cups my face. “It’s just you and me, Willa.”
I take a deep breath and nod. “You’re right.”
He smiles, and it’s cute how he keeps trying to look at my face, but I see his eyes dropping to look at my body. “You can look at me, JD. I want you to look.”
His gaze drops instantly, and I pull my shoulders back and watch him watching me. He adjusts himself and then reaches for me, but I step out of his grasp. “No, I want you to tell me how to please you. I want to do the same for you... that you did for me earlier.”
He grunts, and his upper body seems to turn to steel. “Fuck, Willa, I won’t last with your pretty little mouth on me.”
I push him again, and he lies back. I move between his legs and start working on his belt. “It’s okay. We have all night.”
“We have forever,” he corrects me.
A thrill goes through me. It seems that all my dreams are coming true right now. He lifts up, and I pull his slacks down his long, lean legs. I then go for his black underwear that is already formed in the shape of a tent because of his erect manhood. I pull the waistband out and then down. I put my hands on his thighs and just look at him. He’s big, both long and a wide girth. “Please, tell me what to do.”
JD smiles. “Just put your hands on me, honey. I’m dying here.”
I tentatively reach for him, touching the tip of my finger to the tip of his penis. A little drop of precum is on my finger, and I hold it up. “Can I taste it?”
He’s trying to be patient, but it’s obvious he’s uncomfortable. His hips flex, raising him off the bed a little. “You can put your mouth on anything you want.”
I look at my finger and then the tip of his cock. Leaning forward, I stick my tongue out and rub it across the tip of his manhood. He groans, and the sound comes from deep in his belly. Encouraged, I take him further, opening my mouth this time and letting his velvet pole slide into my mouth. He makes another sound, and I reach up, cupping his balls, and lick him again. His sack draws up, and I squeeze him gently there.
His hand goes to the back of my head, and he grips my hair. I move up and down, taking him deeper and deeper. His hips are moving gently up and down, meeting me with little thrusts. When he hits the back of my throat, I moan without thinking, and he grunts loudly, saying my name as his hands go under my arms and he pulls me up his body. He rolls us over until he’s hovering over me. “I need to be inside you, Willa.”