Chapter 13
JEFF
The bag of tacos hits the floor as I scoop Molly into my arms. Her hands slide around my neck, her fingers scratching into my hair, and then our mouths find each other again.
Kissing her is better than breathing.
My pulse skitters, erratic and disbelieving, as I mumble-ask her for directions, and she laughs and tells me to put her down, all in between hungry tastes of each other.
“Not putting you down.”
“Okay, but—”
“I’ll find it by feel.”
“To the right.”
“Got it.”
“There’s a light switch—”
I find it. It’s a dimmer, and it’s set low, so the room only lights up a little bit, but it’s enough to see that there’s a small sitting area, a kitchen, and then a bedroom through an open door.
Every inch of the space is tidy and polished, with pops of bright color, just like the woman who lives here.
“Couch or bed?”
“Yes,” she whispers before kissing me again.
I’m old. We’re going for the bed, because once I get her naked and horizontal, I’m going to want to take my time.
My pulse is thudding, hard, as I tumble her onto her back and stretch out on top of her. She’s a solid stack of woman beneath me, and she feels damn fine.
So good, in fact, if she doesn’t stop writhing against me, I might come in my pants before I even get them unzipped.
“Hang on there, Whirlwind. It’s been a while for me, and you’re getting me real fucking excited.” I pin her hands over her head and ease my hips back from the tempting vee of her soft thighs and those sexy as fuck white shorts.
She stares down between us at the obscene jut of my cock, straining against the fly of my jeans. “Wow, Coach.”
I laugh and thrust gently against her, giving in to my rampant need. She moans, her gaze finding mine, all soft and sweet and completely open for me.
“I want to get your clothes off before I completely lose it, you ridiculously tempting woman.”
She swallows hard. “I want that too. But, um …”
“I don’t care if you haven’t shaved. Or showered. Or if you have three clits.”
She gasps and then giggles. “Just one. But it doesn’t have a lot of experience.”
I go still. “Molly?”
“Don’t stop.” She sucks in a very brave breath. “Please don’t stop.”
“What is not a lot of experience to you?”
“I want to do this,” she says, which isn’t a direct answer.
I roll off her, and when she clutches at me, I scoop her into my arms as I settle on my side. “I want to do this too. But I need to know exactly what I’m doing here. What terribly mediocre experiences am I erasing?”
“None,” she promises, wriggling closer so she can brush her lips against my jaw. “I don’t have any bad experiences.”
I exhale in relief. “Good.”
“I don’t have any experience at all.” Her voice shakes a little.
Fuck. Me.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Don’t say that like it’s weird.” She keeps kissing me. Even nervous and inexperienced, she’s bold and fearless.
“It’s not that … but you’re so confident.” God, I feel wrong for holding her like this. “And I’m …”
“Not a virgin?” Her breath is warm as she slides her mouth to my neck. “Shocker, Grandpa.”
I groan. “Don’t call me that again.”
“I don’t know, I like how it made you groan.” She nips at the tendon that I’m sure is straining on the side of my neck. “That was a sexy sound.”
I roll onto my back and throw my arm over my eyes. “We aren’t stopping. I just need a minute.”
“Take all the time you want, Coach.” She pushes up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. “When you said you wanted me on my knees, did you mean—”
I grab her and haul her on top of me. “That’s all the time I needed, actually.”
She squeaks as I arrange her on top of me, her thighs straddling me, the warm press of her pussy evident against my straining cock even through two layers of denim.
Her long hair spills down around us, curtaining us in a private heaven as she settles above me like the sexiest, sweetest, most innocent angel on earth.
“Hi,” she whispers as she wriggles her hips. Her pupils dilate and her lips part. “You feel good.”
“Really fucking glad to hear that,” I say, my voice strained. “Because you just sitting on my lap is enough to make me come in my pants.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“I told you it’s been a while. And I’d also mind-fucked myself into thinking this was never going to happen. So, yeah, I’m on the edge.” I grip her hips and drag her against me. “Might just need to go sailing over it so I can fucking focus.”
She bites her lip. “Is that a thing?”
Goddamn, but her innocence is intoxicating. I don’t think it’s an act, either. She’s so brazen when she’s confident that I’m sure her uncertainty only comes out when it’s honest.
“You don’t know how distracting you are?” I roll my hips, thrusting my cock against her cleft, paying close attention to the moment her eyelids flutter. There’s her clit. “Does that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Do you make yourself come, Molly?”
She sucks in a breath. “Yeah.”
“With your fingers?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“More than once?”
She shudders and rolls her head, her wavy locks brushing against my cheek, then settling like silk around me again. “Not usually.”
“But sometimes?”
A little nod. A secret confession.
“I want to see that tonight.” My voice is ragged because I’m already on the edge. “I want to make you come over and over again. Like this, just from rubbing on me. And then I want to peel you out of these clothes and taste you. Do you want to come on my tongue, Whirlwind?”
She whimpers.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“And then I want to ease my fingers into you. Want to see your fingers playing with your clit at the same time. Take my time, get to know your body, and make sure it feels good. Make sure you want more, that you like the feel of being stretched and—”
Her fingers clamp down on my shoulders, her whole body going rigid as she jerks her hips, snapping her clit back and forth against the seam of her shorts and the ridge in my jeans.
Her thighs squeeze against my hips, her whole body surging with an unexpected climax, and I buck up against her, racing to join her, not giving a fuck that I’m coming in my pants like an overeager kid.
God damn it, what a gift to feel this reckless and youthful again in her arms.
“Holy fuck,” she breathes.
I make a decidedly unholy sound as I drag her down to kiss me, tasting the sweet, bright post-orgasm relief in her mouth, feeling the start of a startled laugh as the magnitude of what we just did finally lands.
“I didn’t see this coming, Coach,” she murmurs as I roll her onto her back.
I did. In technicolor. I just thought my willpower was stronger than it turned out to be.
“I’ve got news for you, little wife of mine. You’re fucking sexy as hell, and I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
Her eyes flare wide as I unbutton her shorts.
I drag in a rough breath. “Yeah?”
She nods, but it’s hesitant.
“We can stop if you want.”
Her hands snap to mine. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Together we unzip her shorts, and I get my first look at the more private parts of my wife.
The curve of her belly.
The flare of her hip.
The rise of her mound hidden behind basic white cotton that makes my heart throb with a newfound protective fire.
Holding her gaze, I lower my head and nuzzle my lips against the top of her thigh. “I’m going to make you feel good again. And again, and again …”
“Okay, but wait.” She shivers, and a wave of goosebumps races across her skin.
I kiss them as I try to hold still.
Her gaze flicks over me. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I push up and pull off my t-shirt. I’m not young, but I’m still pretty fit, and all I need is the hungry, appreciative look in her eyes to strip off my jeans.
Since I don’t have any condoms, I should leave my boxer briefs on, but there’s a messy wet spot on them now.
And when I pause, my thumbs on my waistband, Molly makes an encouraging sound. “Keep going,” she says, breathless now. “I want to see all of you.”
“I don’t have any protection,” I rumble, my voice catching.
Her eyes glint with amusement. “Okay.”
“I’m just saying, having nothing between us could be risky.”
“Then I can leave my panties on.”
“The fuck you can,” I growl. “I want you naked.”
She lifts her chin defiantly. “And I want you naked.”
All right, willpower it is. I shove my boxers to the floor, and there’s something deeply rewarding about the wide flare of her eyes as she takes in my cock, even though he’s hanging spent at the moment.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“He won’t bite,” I promise.
She laughs and wiggles her fingers at me. “But you might?”
That’s an invitation I could never say no to.
I crawl on top of her, kissing her mouth, then dragging my lips down the sexy stretch of her neck, licking her because she fucking tastes good, teeth digging in here and there because I can’t help myself.
“I was wrong about you,” she whispers as I slip my hands under her blouse.
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“I don’t know.” She shivers at the first brush of my thumb against the underside of her breast. “I thought you might be all bark, no bite. But then I thought … I might like it if you bit me. I was right.”
I growl and nip at her bare shoulder. “I’d fucking cover you in bite marks if it wasn’t too hot to wear sleeves some days.”
She laughs. “No marks.”
“I promise.” I drag in a long, slow inhale. “Fuck, you smell good. I won’t bite you again if I can get a little closer and have a taste.”
There’s something painfully sweet and innocent about her reaction, a little delay as she processes what I’m saying.
“I want to lick your pussy until you scream,” I murmur, just to be clear.
Her head stutters, a quick, jerky nod.
Permission. Agreement. Yes, she wants me to do that.
Good.
Fucking good.
Because six weeks ago, we got married and I didn’t get a wedding night with my beautiful young bride. And she might not want to stay married to me just yet, but right now, she’s my wife and I’m going to fucking treat her right.