Page 21 of Pocket Full Of Posies

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No, we most certainly wouldn’t.”Because I plan on leaving in a few short weeks and you will be with other males after me.

And that thought has me stewing in a funky uncomfortable contemplation the entire way back to her house.

When we arrive, I shake off the funk and focus on Daisy, on making an impression that makes her want to see me again. We’re standing at the end of her drive, and I make sure she can’t walk away just yet, holding both her shoulders to keep her facing me.

I’ve been controlling my tail’s wild desires the entire time we were in the bookstore, but now I release my hold on it, allowing it to move freely as it desires. It immediately wraps around Daisy’s ankle and slides up her skirt until it reaches her knee. The back of it is smooth and the tip of my tail lingers there. It makes my dick hard.

“Can I see you again? Soon.”

“S-sure. I don’t think Sage would approve but…”

“Sage doesn’t matter, only you do Blossom.”

With the knuckle of my finger, I lift her chin to angle her just right, before leaning down and brushing my lips against hers, intending to give her a tiny taste, just a sample. Something to keep her interested. The touch is barely a kiss, but it ignites the fire that lives in my blood. A demanding urge and need forces me to press harder, to take more.

Daisy gives in, just as greedy for it as I am. Our kiss becomes demanding, pressing hard before pulling back to suck and lick. Daisy’s passion nearly knocks me on my ass. I hadn’t expected her to be so…everything.

Her body presses into mine, erasing the last inches of space and when her soft pliant body melts against my hardness, I almost break. An inferno sparks to life in my chest, heating my entire body. A reaction only Daisy has stirred in me.

My cock is rock hard and grinding into her small frame. She has to feel it, there’s barely any fabric between us with her mediocre layers. It doesn’t seem to deter her, only spur her on more, because she’s the one who deepens the kiss. Sliding her tongue past my lips and tasting me. She tastes like honeysuckle and tea. Sunshine and spring. I wonder if the rest of her tastes the same.

At thoughts of stripping her bare and having my way with her, I manage to muster enough strength to pull free of the kiss that will haunt my wet dreams for the rest of my life. Resting my forehead against hers, I try to catch my breath and force myself to be the gentleman my family has always tried to make me.

“Maybe next time Blossom. For now, why don’t you go read your dirty books and think of me?”

I try to come off cocky and cool, but I’m breathless and feel like I’m standing on a seesaw.

“Okay,” Daisy breaths against my lips and I almost lean in to kiss her again but manage to control myself.

I pass her the bag of books and she pulls out the one she picked for me and hands it to me, putting very much unwanted space between us. My body doesn’t want her to leave. My tail latches on to her thigh and I can feel the heat radiating from the holy land between her legs. Good fucking lord, I bet if I slid up just a little farther, I’d encounter evidence of her own arousal.

I groan thinking about it but force my tail to release her. It takes a second for it to comply but eventually it does, reluctantly, and only after I tell myself we can feel her again tomorrow.

“Thanks,” I mumble hoarsely. “For the book recommendation. Not the kiss. Although I liked that too, I wasn’t thanking you for that. I mean.”

Fuck. I’ve never stumbled over my words before with a female. I need to take a step back and regroup.

“You’re welcome. For both, just so we’re clear.”

Fucking, fuck, fuckity, fuck. I need to leave,now.

“Okay, well I’ll be back.”

“I look forward to it.” Daisy’s smile is sheepish but dripping in innuendo and lust. This girl has a hidden side, and I suddenly want to find out all about it.

“Yeah, right. Me too. Okay. Bye.”

I turn on my heel and blindly walk in the general direction of my house, not paying any attention to anything. Replaying that fucking kiss and her sultry look in my mind, I don’t immediately notice the additional vehicles parked in the driveway when I return home.

Chapter 9: Kai

My two sisters, who couldn’t be any different from one another, have arrived. I completely ignored them last night, wanting to dive into my new romance book and desperately needing to jerk off. Talking to my sisters would only have killed my hardon and given me excruciating blue balls.

It took me a few minutes to figure out the one-handed read, but once I did, I think that book was better than porn. Far more graphic and detailed, way more intimate and sensual than the bad acting and gorilla grunting you get from online porn. I kind of wish I’d made her pick out one of those monster books. Even so, the book, plus my imagination and placing Daisy in the position of the main female lead, made me nut harder than any other solo session I’ve had.

This morning I’m better prepared to deal with my sisters. Freshly showered and rested after a late night of reading, and more than one intimate encounter with my hand has given me a little pep in my step.

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