I was pretty sure my heart was about ready to explode. It was like I couldn't think about anything that mattered when she sat Infront of me looking at me like I had changed her world.
She was luminous and I was struggling to find the right fucking words to tell her so. Calling her beautiful wasn't doing her justice, she was beyond that. She was a fucking star that burned and I was staring at her like she belonged in the sky.
"Tell me about your childhood."
She was sitting beside me, our backs against the bench and our hands interlocked that were placed on her lap. She sighs, getting herself ready to tell me something, anything. I wanted to know more about her. I needed to know more about her. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to know every single piece of information that she could offer.
If it was time she needed, I would give it to her.
"I have this picture in my room, it's in the last drawer of my dresser covered by socks," she laughs softly. Her eye hazing over something strange passing through them. "It's a picture of my mom." She smiles a reminiscing smile as if she was imaging the picture Infront of her. I give her hand a squeeze, encouraging her to continue. "When my dad gave me the photo I thought he had just given me a photo of some random women. No way that women in the photograph could be my mother, she was gorgeous." I frown did she not think she was beautiful?
"But then I looked at her eyes, they were so blue so identical to mine. I started crying because why was I stuck with the person I looked nothing like and who couldn't give a rats ass about me." She bites her lip stopping the wobbling that started a minute ago. I sigh rubbing her arm and kissing her temple.
"You are so fucking beautiful you have no idea," I tell her cupping her face.
She smiles her eyes twinkling with the night sky. She scrunches her nose at me and then cups my own face, her hands cold. "You are so beautiful."
I shake my head giving her a kiss, she was doing my head.
With a deep breath she just stares at me so beautiful and hypnotizing. Eyes that made me never want to look away. The dress she wore tonight was already giving me a hard-on. It stuck to her body like second skin, and I was not fucking complaining.
Her eyes dip down staring at my lips and something strange passes through her eyes when they meet mine again.
"Come closer."
Her eyebrows furrow and her mouth dips into that confused pout she does and all I wanted to do was bite her. She looked fucking edible.
She laughs a sound I wanted bottled up and kept just for me, "I'm sitting right next to you. How much closer can I be?"
~!Sexual scene coming up!~
"You can sit on my lap and that still wouldn't be close enough."
"Do you want me to sit on your lap?"
"The highlight of my dreams." I smirk, "so I wouldn't be against it." She rolls her eyes and I fucking didn't think she was going to do it, but when she gets up from where she was sitting, and walks the step to me. Spreading her legs and straddling my own, I fucking lose it.
She made me fucking nervous.
"Fuck."
"What was that? I thought you wanted me here? I guess I'll get off then." She teases attempting to get off. My grip on her bare thighs tighten. Pulling her back onto my lap roughly. My dick hardens with every second she presses against me.
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Unexpected Love
RomanceBailey Walker was living comfortably with her best friend, she was planning for her future with every step she took. Baking her emotions into a variety of different desserts. When her father dies unexpectedly she decides to pick up everything and mo...