Page 36 of Innocent Princess

"Hold on to me, Ryker, so I don't float away on all the happiness I'm feeling right now."

I squeeze her hand. "I won't let you go, Blondie," I tell her. I see her smile, but she's still in awe of the fireflies surrounding us. I swat one away. I look up at the sky and see all the stars.

I lay back on the blanket and put my free hand up behind my head. I tug her down next to me.

Another gasp when she sees our new view. I have to admit, the stirring in my pants wishes she were gasping for other reasons.

We lie in silence for several moments. Finally, she speaks. "Thank you for making this happen. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." She looks over at me.

"Anytime, Blondie." I wink. I expect her to laugh or shake her head, like she normally does when I use her nickname, but instead, I'm greeted with heat-filled eyes. Darkness surrounds us, except for the moonlight. I can barely make out her features, but I feel her desire. I'm surprised when she leans in and steals a kiss.

Her soft lips firmly land on mine for a quick moment before she starts to pull away, but I reach over and place my hand at the back of her head to pull her into me. I'm not ready to let her go just yet.

Moving my lips against hers, I swipe at her with my tongue. Her mouth opens, a welcoming invitation to deepen the kiss. Finally, a gasp of my doing falls from her mouth as I slide my tongue between her lips. I can still taste hints of marshmallow and think about how this is so much better than the actual one I had earlier.

Without breaking contact, I push up and lean over her, lying her flat on her back. My arm cradles her neck, and my fingers strum her soft hair. My other hand wanders down her body, eliciting more throaty moans from her. Then, unexpectedly, she throws her leg over my hip.

Fuck. She's so damn sexy. I hook my hand under her knee and yank her closer to me. We briefly break apart, and I take a moment to explore her jawline and neck. Her skin tastes like sun and happiness, and I could get lost in the taste for hours. I'll surely crave her from this point forward. My free hand slowly slides up the back of her shirt, feeling her bare skin beneath my palms. Her skin is cool to the touch, but there's a slight sheen of sweat since it's still eighty at this time of night.

My hand wanders to her stomach as I capture her mouth for another deep kiss. Suddenly, she pulls away, gasping a little when the fresh night air hits her lungs. I pull back, just slightly, and smirk as I take in the sight of her.

"I'm a virgin," she sputters, and the smirk falls right off my face. "I thought I should tell you, in case that's a problem."

I shouldn't be surprised at this revelation. She's so damn sheltered, it doesn't make sense for a girl who wasn't allowed any freedom, hardly any outside relationships to have sexual experience. Deep down, I thought her and Cameron might have done something.

The thought of him, or anyone else for that matter, with their hands on her makes my blood boil. This means, if she lets me, I’ll be her first. While that's normally not something I seek out, because it's Zella, the thought makes me about ten times harder than I already am.

"So you thought now was a good time?" I joke.

"Well, it didn't seem right to just mention it on the drive here, or at the Cuddle Duck, or you know, in front of Fred and Anna." She huffs, and it's fucking cute.

"I know, Blondie. Now was the right time." I lean in and kiss her nose.

Her breath hitches.

"I'm glad you told me, but what does that mean for us?" I readjust myself because having this conversation with a giant boner digging into her heat is just fucking distracting.

She swallows and nods. "Right. Well. I'd like...." She's having trouble spitting it out, so I lean in and kiss her cheek.

"What do you want, Blondie?" I whisper.

"I want to have sex with you." She says with all the confidence in the world. A slow grin grows across my face.

"That's good to hear because I want to have sex with you too." I can't help but chortle.

"You do?" She's surprised, and if I could hang my head, I would.

Instead, I lean in and rest my forehead on hers. "Very much so, Zella. I've wanted you for a while. Thought I made that clear last night."

"I guess you did, but I don't have a lot of experience with this kinda stuff, so I wasn't positive."

"Well, now you know." I lean in and kiss her other cheek. Now that I've started, I can't stop.

"So, what now?" she asks as I kiss down her jaw.

"Now, we head inside and go to bed. We're not going to have sex for the first time, on a scratchy blanket, in the backyard of your parents’ house."

She giggles.

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