Fuck. She's so damn sexy. I hook my hand under her knee and yank her closer to me. We briefly break apart, and I take a moment to explore her jawline and neck. Her skin tastes like sun and happiness, and I could get lost in the taste for hours. I'll surely crave her from this point forward. My free hand slowly slides up the back of her shirt, feeling her bare skin beneath my palms. Her skin is cool to the touch, but there's a slight sheen of sweat since it's still eighty at this time of night.
My hand wanders to her stomach as I capture her mouth for another deep kiss. Suddenly, she pulls away, gasping a little when the fresh night air hits her lungs. I pull back, just slightly, and smirk as I take in the sight of her.
"I'm a virgin," she sputters, and the smirk falls right off my face. "I thought I should tell you, in case that's a problem."
I shouldn't be surprised at this revelation. She's so damn sheltered, it doesn't make sense for a girl who wasn't allowed any freedom, hardly any outside relationships to have sexual experience. Deep down, I thought her and Cameron might have done something.
The thought of him, or anyone else for that matter, with their hands on her makes my blood boil. This means, if she lets me, I’ll be her first. While that's normally not something I seek out, because it's Zella, the thought makes me about ten times harder than I already am.
"So you thought now was a good time?" I joke.
"Well, it didn't seem right to just mention it on the drive here, or at the Cuddle Duck, or you know, in front of Fred and Anna." She huffs, and it's fucking cute.
"I know, Blondie. Now was the right time." I lean in and kiss her nose.
Her breath hitches.
"I'm glad you told me, but what does that mean for us?" I readjust myself because having this conversation with a giant boner digging into her heat is just fucking distracting.
She swallows and nods. "Right. Well. I'd like...." She's having trouble spitting it out, so I lean in and kiss her cheek.
"What do you want, Blondie?" I whisper.
"I want to have sex with you." She says with all the confidence in the world. A slow grin grows across my face.
"That's good to hear because I want to have sex with you too." I can't help but chortle.
"You do?" She's surprised, and if I could hang my head, I would.
Instead, I lean in and rest my forehead on hers. "Very much so, Zella. I've wanted you for a while. Thought I made that clear last night."
"I guess you did, but I don't have a lot of experience with this kinda stuff, so I wasn't positive."
"Well, now you know." I lean in and kiss her other cheek. Now that I've started, I can't stop.
"So, what now?" she asks as I kiss down her jaw.
"Now, we head inside and go to bed. We're not going to have sex for the first time, on a scratchy blanket, in the backyard of your parents’ house."
She giggles.
"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.
Fred and Anna see 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."