4. Chance
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Chance
I 'm not sure what I've done to deserve it, but I have the woman of my dreams pressed tight against my body. With one leg wrapped around my hip as her hot little legging covered pussy rubs against my still covered cock. I could die a happy man right now, but what fun would that be to die a virgin, unless I'm sacrificing myself for Blossom's love.
Our kisses are a little awkward at first but as I suspect, Blossom is just as inexperienced as I am. Intent on fixing that issue for both of us, I wrap my arm under her plump ass and easily lift her in the air and position her legs around my hips giving her better access to grind her pussy against my cock.
Her movements are jerky and hurried like she's afraid I'll disappear or change my mind before she gets herself off. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm a man of my word—I promised my sweet Blossom—I'd help her get off even if I come in my jeans. "That's it, sweet girl. Show your man how much you want him. Ride my cock like you own it, because the truth is you do." I pull away from her lips long enough to give her the encouragement she needs to take what she wants from me.
She moans against my lips as a shiver runs through her body. I can tell she's close to coming so I dig my fingers into her hips and pump my hips against the wet heat of her pussy that's dampening the front of my jeans like she's marking her territory. Her body stiffens and she cries out her release at the same time I explode against my zipper. "Well damn, I wasn't expecting that." I shift my mouth from her lips to place a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Thanks for being the first person I orgasmed with." At her stunned expression I continue. "I'm a thirty-three-year-old virgin. I guess that's why I was afraid to make my move on you." I hold my breath hoping she doesn't think badly of me for not having experience.
Her stunned expression changes to one of desire. "How about you help this twenty-six-year-old lose her virginity?"
I knew my girl saved herself for me just like I saved myself for her. "As you wish, sweet girl." I place a kiss to her lips sealing the deal, but instead of hearing her sigh of pleasure I hear the sound of angry cats wanting fed. "I should probably feed them and us first because once I get you in that bed, I'm never letting you out." I give her ass a slight slap as I unwrap her legs from around my waist and slowly slide her body down mine. "While I'm fixing something to eat, you're welcome to take a shower." Not that I like the idea of her washing our combined scent off her body, but she has to be cold from being outside in only those thin leggings. That's when I notice we didn't even take the time to remove our coats before we started dry humping like a couple of teenagers on prom night.
She unzips her coat slowly peeling it from her body, "How about you join me in the shower?" She purrs and I'm seconds away from saying fuck the food, I'll eat blossom instead, but like I said Blossom is my priority. I'll make sure she and our fur babies are feed before I feast on her all night long.
"Not tonight. Maybe once I've had my fill of you first." Not that I'll ever get my fill of this beautiful woman.
"Fine." She sticks out her bottom lip in a sexy pout and all I want to do is pull it between my lips and suck on it.
I lead her to the guest bathroom that's never been used because I know once I have her in my private space that will be it for tonight and we will all go hungry. "The towels are in the bathroom closet. I'll grab you one of my flannels to wear. Make sure to leave the bra and panties off." I kiss her lips one last time before swatting her ass toward the bathroom door.
My closet is full of every color flannel you could imagine. I flip through each one trying to decide which one I want to see her in first when my hand lands on my favorite forest green flannel that matches her eyes perfectly and set in on the guest room bed.
The sound of water running reminds me she's naked only a few feet away from me. My mind conjures up the image of droplets of water running down each one of her curves even the tips of her nipples that I have yet to taste.
So lost in the vision I have to physically remove myself from the room before I take her up on her offer to join her when I hear the distinct sound of her singing one of my favorite songs. In fact, my mom always told me I was named after it since she took a chance of my dad when he first asked her out.
Reluctantly I leave her to her shower and check on the stew in the crockpot I made earlier, because like any good mountain man there's always something cooking in a crockpot.
After dishing up two helpings of stew and mushing it up, I blow on them to cool it down for Milo and Poppy, who surprisingly I haven't seen since they so rudely interrupted us, demanding to be fed.
"Poppy. Milo." I call setting the plates close enough the fireplace they can enjoy the heat as they eat but not to close that they overheat. Kind of like I'm feeling now overheated with thoughts of Blossom running through my brain.
Poppy and Milo come dashing into the room from some secret place in the cabin. I'm going to have to watch these two because I haven't had a chance to have Poppy fixed and by the looks of it neither is Milo.
"Something smells delicious."
I glance up to see Blossom standing in the doorway of the living room wearing only my shirt and a wave of possession rips through my body. "Mine." I growl, lurching for her.
She squeals and gracefully spins out of my grasp. "You promised to feed me first and I'm going to hold you too it. Now why don't you hop in the shower and get cleaned up while I dish up our food."
"How about if I dish you up first?" I reach for her, gripping her neck and pulling her lips onto mine in a deep kiss—leaving no room for doubt about my intentions.
"Shower first. Playtime later." She breaks the kiss and gives my ass a playful swat.
"Fine." I find myself repeating her word from earlier when she was the one trying to tempt me into the shower with her.
I dash into my bedroom and take the fastest shower I've ever taken in my life even with giving my cock a couple of tugs to help calm it down. When I return to the living room, I'm met by a sight I want to see for the rest of my life, Blossom at home on my couch with our supper on the coffee table, with her looking out the large glass window facing the backyard and the spectacular mountain view I promised her and our two cats snuggled up next to her.
She turns to face me with a huge smile on her face. "You're right. The view from in here is amazing."
"It's never looked better." I never take my eyes off of her as I take a seat on the couch next to Milo. To my surprise he rolls over and presents his belly to me. "He must have heard us talking about the belly rubs I give Poppy. Looks like he wants me to give it a try." I laugh at the whole domesticated scene of having Blossom and Milo in my home. A feeling of peace and belonging I haven't felt since before my parents died in a car crash the day after I turned eighteen fills the void in my soul.
"He's not the only one waiting in line for one of your famous belly rubs." Blossom gives me a saucy wink as she lifts a spoonful of stew to her lips, blowing on it before opening her mouth wide and taking a bite.
"Eat." Is the only word I'm capable of saying as all the blood from my brain is now pooled down south as my cock hardens beneath my gray sweatpants.