"I can't take a chance on maybes and somedays. I have too much at stake, too much to lose to gamble like that."
"If you were any other woman, I'd be balls deep inside of you by now. Trust me, I can be different, you make me feel different."
Her cheeks flush pink and her pulse thrums at the side of her neck.
"Does that make you nervous?"
She nods. "Y-yes."
"Why?" I don't know if we're talking about the sex, or the fact that I want to stick around.
"There's been no one since Elan," she says.
She's been with no one since…nine months of pregnancy and now Max is thirteen months old… Nearly two years. Damn. That's a long ass time to be celibate. Way too long.
"Don't you miss it?" I ask.
"It? Meaning cock?" Her mouth lifts in a sassy grin.
"Among other things. Intimacy is what I was referring to."
"And what does a man like you know of intimacy?"
She hasn’t answered my question, yet hers is spot on, stripping me bare, making me look inside at the man I am and examining him in the harsh light. There is nothing intimate about a quick fuck in a bathroom stall at a nightclub with a girl whose name and face I won't remember in the morning. Even if I don't like examining my past in her presence, I love her ability to challenge me.
"I know that I haven't spent this much time talking, getting to know a woman in a long, long time," I say.
I lift her hand from where it rests on the couch between us. I know we both feel this pull –this tug of sexual awareness and energy and desire. It permeates the air around us, drawing me to her.
"Tell me what you need," I ask, lacing my fingers with her. The simple act of holding her hand makes my blood pump faster.
Her eyes land hesitantly on mine. They are full of questions. "I need you to be careful. With me and with Max," she whispers.
"Done."
Her eyes study mine, like she's looking for clues that she can trust me.
"I don't say things I don't mean, Kylie. I never have. I don't promise things I can't give."
She nods, imperceptibly. "I still don't understand… I've seen the women you're attracted to. You like them blonde, busty and compliant. Not short, sassy and with ten extra pounds of baby weight."
"You want to know what I see when I look at you?"
I release her hand to cup her cheek. She inhales sharply at the sudden contact. She continues watching me, waiting to see what I'll say next.
"I see strength, and softness combined in the most exquisite package. I see a mother who loves her child with every ounce of her being. But I don't see just a mother. I also see a woman, a stunningly beautiful woman with a lush body, and full, heavy breasts, and lips that I very much want to kiss."
I hold her eyes, letting my words sink in while my thumb makes slow circles against her cheek.
Her eyes flutter on mine and her breath becomes shallow. She's waiting for me to kiss her, but I won't rush this. I let the moment sink in–let her feel–truly feel every bit of the lust building between us, because by her own admission, this feeling is something she's denied herself for too long.
Unconsciously she leans closer and my hand slides from her cheek around to the back of her neck. I guide her mouth to mine and watch her eyes slip closed just before our mouths meet. Her lips are soft and full and easily mold to mine, letting me lead the kiss.
She is so stunning, my dick is already hard.
I kiss her gently at first, letting her adjust to the sensations, then suck her lower lip into my mouth, tugging her closer. I need more.
Kylie lets out a soft groan and the throb in my pants intensifies as my cock presses uncomfortably against my zipper.
Christ, I've never been this hard from a kiss alone. At least not since the ninth grade, when I was plotting out how to get my hand into the front of Rachel Lundquist's jeans while we made out.
Using both hands, I hold Kylie's face as I kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her tongue thrusting against mine. She denies me nothing, her mouth freely moves against mine and tiny moans vibrate in her throat.
Kylie's hands begin wandering along my chest and abs and I begin praying to any gods who will listen that she continues her path south. I know her son is in the next room, and I know that's not what today is about, but I'm dying to feel her delicate hands wrapped around my cock.
Rubbing her hands along my chest, Kylie steals my breath. She gingerly touches my abs, her small hands sliding over the grooves as she explores. Her touch is much more innocent than I'm used to, yet it feels fucking incredible and so erotic, because I know how big of a deal this is for her. But what she does next totally surprises me.
Kylie climbs into my lap, straddling me, and aligns her core so she's pressed against my erection.
Christ.
She's warm and sitting right against my cock.
I want to show her there's not a goddamn thing wrong with her body, and I bring my hands to her ass and thrust up so she can feel how much I want her.
Kylie whimpers and grips my biceps as she rubs herself against me. Her tongue is stroking mine and I imagine what her hot mouth would feel like around the head of my cock, what her tongue would feel like licking along my swollen shaft and almost come in my pants.
Shit, her curvy body working against mine is a magical thing.
When I arrived here today, my goal was only to get her to trust me – now my goal is to make her come. I want to hear her moan out my name and know that I'm the man taking care of her.
I'd never gone this slow with a woman, but suddenly I'm starting to see the merits in taking my time, in letting her get comfortable and control the pace.
I can't resist bringing my hands to her breasts. They are soft and lush and most definitely fucking real. When my thumbs graze her nipples, she chokes on a groan.
"Pace…What are we doing?" she asks, her voice breathless and husky. Her hips still against mine.
No, no, no. Don't question it.
"Shh…Don't think. Just come," I tell her. I pluck her nipples through the thin cotton dress she's wearing and feel them harden. Kylie whimpers and buries her face against my neck. Her hips thrust up and down against me.
Yes, that's it.
Despite us both being clothed, her movements mimic her riding my dick and I feel like I'm about to explode.
I love the way her breasts fit perfectly in my hands, and the breathy cries she makes when I graze her nipples. If she doesn’t get off soon, I'm going to come in my pants, which would not be cool.
I kiss the side of her neck, the dip in her throat. "Does that feel good?" I ask.