11. Date
Date
Nash
I drive up to the cabin that Grant told me was hers. I had a feeling she would prefer to meet me up at the main house, but I am trying to avoid the parentals due to the oil situation because I have no doubt they will know exactly who I am, being the spitting image of my father and grandfather. My heart is not willing to take the chance of this relationship being doused before I can truly spark a beginning, especially after the other night. A lustful night I have jerked myself off too, more times than I can count in the shower.
Being early is a habit of mine, so as I make my way out of the truck and to her front door, I am curious how off guard I am going to catch her.
Knock, knock, knock
“Come in!” I hear Willa shout. I open the door, and a deep growl is released from me as I spot her bent over at the waist at the refrigerator with only black lace barely covering her ass cheeks. When I clear my throat, she shoots up and turns around, blessing me with the sight of her perfect, natural, plump breasts in a matching black lace bra.
“Oh my Hades and Zeus, I thought you were Tilly stopping by…um hold on. Let me find my robe.” I see her sprint into her room while hearing a few curse words under breath and then her running back through the room I am standing in.
At the same time, we both spot her blue satin robe laying on the back of the couch, so I pick it up and hold it out as she walks over and slides her arms through the holes. Turning around, merely inches from my body, I catch a better glance of her body as she ties her robe together. Her cheeks are flushed as if she is not sure she is turned on by the I want to fuck you look or embarrassed by what just happened.
“Hi,” she squeaks, looking up at me.
Clearing my throat again and trying to calm my lower member down, I smile. “Hey, yourself.”
She opens her mouth then closes it, while she gives me a look as if questioning something, then she asks, “Two things. I believe you are early, and I gave you my parents' house address, so how did you get here?”
“Yes, I am early because I prefer to be early. And yes, you did, but Grant told me what cabin you reside in.”
“Okay, just wanted to make sure that was cleared up. I will have words with Grant at some other time.”
All I can do is chuckle at her seriousness. “Are you upset with me?”
“No, just completely caught off guard along with showing you my goods.” She blushes as she lets a little giggle out–that is the cutest thing I have ever heard.
Grabbing a hold of her robe, I yank her closer to me. “I appreciated the show more than you know. My mind has been racing with the scenes I want to play out with you, everywhere I want to touch you, to kiss you, tease you.” I rub my hands up the sides of her body to her neck then face. I run my fingers through her hair as I lean down to whisper in her ear, “I look forward to the next time when you fully show your goods, so I can take the time to find your hidden tattoo.” I slowly pull away as her face turns to mine.
Our eyes lock, and with that, before I can move, she is on her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. I take all of her as her tongue intertwines with mine, stealing her breath as if she has been starving for me and me for her. She tastes like the sweetest juiciest cherry I have ever sucked on and eaten. Willa moans slightly into my mouth, and I lose it. Pulling her up to wrap her legs around my waist, I walk to the nearest wall and push her against it. Us grinding onto each other as she pulls at my hair, and we both struggle to breathe but not wanting to let up. Undoing her robe, my hand slides up her bare skin when it stops on her right breast. Like I said before, her breasts are the perfect size for my large hands. Her right breast fits in the palm of my hand as I tenderly squeeze and tweak her nipple under her lace. She moans louder now as she grinds up against my hard cock that is in full attention.
Fletcher's continuous bark brings me out of our state, and as I slowly pull back, I tug on her bottom lip as I go, while I hold her face in my palms.
“That was incredible, but it would only be a gentleman like me to take you on a proper date before I take full advantage of you.”
Trying to catch her breath, she murmurs, “Yes, so gentlemanly of you, Cowboy.” She pats my chest. “Let me finish getting ready. Help yourself to the bathroom to clean up as well.”
Nodding, she slips from my grasp, and I head to her bathroom. It sits between the kitchen area and her bedroom and smells just like her. I look in the mirror and see her lipstick has rubbed off on my face a bit, and my hair is a complete tousled mess now. After adjusting my lower-self, I bend down to the cabinet under the sink to grab a hand towel. I spot bottles of honeysuckle vanilla shampoo and lotions along with her leather cleaner. This is why she smells like the perfect garden. Standing back up, I begin to scrub the lipstick off of me and fix my hair. Also, I splash some more cold water on my face just to calm myself down. That was Hot, and she is sexy as hell, and that fucking moan of hers; I was mere seconds from coming in my pants.
Walking out, I am graced with cowboy boots and a short strapless dress, that leads me to believe she no longer has a bra underneath. She winks at me, and I shake my head back at her, laughing.
“You are trying to kill me aren’t you?”
“Of course not, Cowboy. At least not until I have my way with you a few times.”
“A few, huh?” Placing my hand on the small of her back, I steer her toward the door. “Let's go before I do all the bad things I want to do to you.” Already knowing, all my honest plans of talking tonight just went out the window.
She walks in front of me out the door, but I feel her skin heat up under my palm at her back. The three of us load up in my truck, and we head off to SA for the start of date night.