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His praise washes down on me with pleasure, doubling the intensity. I want his praise. I am craving it. I want to please him the same way he pleased me. The way he set my body on fire and held me close as it burned me down to ashes.
Falling forward, I let him tilt my head back to kiss me. Between us, my hands fumble to touch him. They stroke slowly, learning the shape, the thickness, the way it curves slightly at the swollen tip. I tell him in hushed whispers how I think itwillfit me. I think I was definitely made to fit him inside me.
“Ahh, fuck,” Pierce grunts as his cock jerks, shooting sticky hot cum into my hands as they pump him. I am triumphant, thrilled I made him come. “I’m…don’t stop touching me. Let me come on you, baby. Will you do that? Press me against yourpretty pussy, Paige.”
Sitting up on my knees, I do as I am told, pressing him between the cleft of my sex. Kissing him, I start to rock slowly, feeling him slide through my wetness, the swollen head hitting my clit with every jerk of his hips. If sex is better than this, I cannotwaitto have sex.
We come together the second time and I relish the feel of him jerking against me, spurting thick, sticky cum all over my bare pussy. His hand is there, pushing his stickiness inside of me. It feelssodirty. So good.
Pierce carries me to bed, stripping me down and tucking me in. I ask him to stay but he tells me he doesn’t want to push things. I pout but after a long, sweet kiss, I pass out. When I wake up later, he is gone. Still, I can feel him between my legs, and I smile as I snuggle back in, thinking about the next time we will be together and all the things I want to do next.
Pierce is not just my first real date—he will be my first everything.
Chapter Seven
Pierce
Waking up alone doesn’t feel so bad now.
Because I can still taste Paige, I can still feel her soft body pressed against mine, hear her sexy sounds as she came last night. It was the best first date in history, but it won’t be the last. I said I didn’t know how to do this, and I meant it—I have no idea how to date or be a boyfriend. I also said we would figure it out as we go.
To start with I think I ought to send my girl some flowers.
“Yeah, Sara, two dozen if you got ‘em. I want to fill her place with flowers. Uh…girls like that, after a date, don’t they?”
Talking to my old lab partner who I haven’t seen since high school about sending flowers to my girl makes me sound foolish. I don’t care. I am sure a lot of men do foolish things and say foolish stuff when they’re crazy about a woman.
I couldn’t be crazier about Paige if I tried.
“Yes, we love flowers. What is her favorite color?”
Frowning, I try to recall this bit of information. Last night we talked about music—Heart is her favorite band at the moment—movies, how different we grew up, and just about everything else. Did we talk about favorite colors? Jesus, that is something I should know, I suppose.
“Blue! It is blue,” I answer at last, feeling triumphant. “Last night she mentioned how my eyes were such a pretty blue color.”
“Oh my gosh, that is totally the cutest. Awe, Pierce has a girlfriend, that is like, adorable. Blue it is. How about Forget Me Nots? They’re totally pretty and we have dozens!”
“Yeah, that’s perfect. Thanks, Sara, I’ll swing by to pay and sign the card. Uh, if you think of something clever for me to signit with, let me know.”
Taking a quick shower, I grab my uniform and head out. I pause at her door, wanting to see her before I go. It feels as if my day won’t be complete without seeing her. I knock at the door once. I can hear Frenchie shuffling about inside, but I turn to go.
Before I can, I hear her sweet laugh and recall when I came to pick her up last night and she teased me about trying to bail. How was that just last night? It feels as if my entire world has changed. Ever since she came into the diner, dripping wet with rain and laughing at the mess she made. My world has totally changed because of her, and I don’t even mind.
“Always trying to run off on me, huh?”
Grinning down at her, I shake my head. Reaching out, I loop my arm around her waist, hauling her against me. I sigh against her mouth as she closes her eyes, tipping her head back for my kiss. Lifting her against me, I start to walk her back into her place before I hesitate. We have time. All the time in the world if we want it.
“Never. I would never want to escape you or this,” I whisper at last.
Paige smiles against my mouth, pressing a few playful kisses t over my face and my jaw. “Good. Good thing, honey. Headed off to cook delicious food for all of Pine Grove? I am jealous.”
Grinning, I give her plump ass a little squeeze. “Give me a few minutes, I can have something delicious here, baby.”
“I just bet. Go, I need to shower so I can go shopping. I will be a teacher in a few weeks, I want to look the part.”
“Hmm, you look just fine the way you look now.”
Stepping back to get a good look at her, I shake my head. No, she looks better than fine. With flushed cheeks, her golden hair a messy halo around her beautiful face, and most of her barebesides the tiny silk robe she has on, she looks fucking stunning.
