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"You know I said you'd know when I was thanking you?"
"I haven't been able to think about anything else," I admit.
"Me either." She kisses me. Our lips press together so hard it hurts. Just not here, she says, I don't want our first time to be in a bar.
I stand up so quickly I almost knock over the stool. "Grab your bag," I say, picking up my keys off the bar, "I'm taking you home."
7
Summer
We sneakinto his house like we're a couple of burglars. All the lights are off. There's a clock ticking somewhere and a long slither of moonlights spreads across the floor of the hallway.
Knox turns to look at me, a hungry grin on his face. It's enough to make my knees buckle and butterflies flutter in my tummy.
He pulls me to him and we kiss. His huge hands hold the back of my neck. I can fill his stiff length through his jeans. My panties are so wet it feels like I've spilled a drink down myself.
"Come on," he whispers, closing the front door quietly behind us, "Let's go downstairs… that is, as long as you're sure you're ready?"
"I'm ready," I tell him. "In fact, I don't think I could wait a second longer, even if I tried."
We walk down the steps into the basement room I've been staying in. Keeping our feet to the outside of each step to stop them from creaking as we make our way down.
He flicks the light on and pulls me to him. I bite my bottom lip, looking up into his face. He strokes my chin with his thumb, smiling at me like he's just won the lottery.
"What are you looking so happy about? I ask.
"You." He picks me up and lays me down carefully on the bed. We're still being quiet, making sure not to wake up his parents. The intimacy of it only adds to the excitement. "I'm smiling because you're the most beautiful woman in the whole frigging world. And because every time I kiss you it's like my heart's about to explode. I hate your stepdad. I hate him for all he's put you through. But in a way, I'm glad he's such an asshole. because, if he wasn't, you never would have had to run away. I never would have met you in that diner. I never would have brought you home. Got to know you. Fallen in love.
"Fallen in love," I whisper, lying on my back with him sitting on top of me, his legs on either side of my hips. "You really mean that?
"Fuck, yeah," he growls, lowering his head so our foreheads are touching. His lips are gently stroke my mouth. "I love you, Summer. and I'm not afraid to admit it. I know it's kind of soon. and I don't expect you to say anything back. But I've seen some shit in my life. I've seen how quickly things can end… in the blink of an eye... and I don't want to live with any regrets. I'll always be honest with you. No matter what. And the honest to God truth is, I love you. I think I've loved you since the moment I set eyes on you. Or maybe it was when you told Shirley you didn't want no chicken salad and ordered a big, hearty breakfast instead. Maybe it was seeing you every morning at the breakfast table. Nibbling on your toast. Making conversation with my parents while I sipped my coffee. It's like I've known you all my life. I can't imagine my life without you. Not now. Not since I've had a taste of what it's like with you in it."
Tears run down my cheeks. I brush them away with the back of my hand. "I'm sorry," I say. "I don't mean to cry. It's just… I've never had anyone speak to me like that before. You don't know how much it means to me. I love you, too, Knox. You're the man of my dreams. I just hope I can live up to expectations."
"You surpass them, Summer," he growls, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "You don't have to worry about anything."
I pull his face to me and our lips collide. Quietly, he undresses me. Kissing my neck and then my chest and working his way south until his lips are pressed against my opening.
"Oh, Knox," I moan, "right there. That feels amazing."
Spurred on by my words of encouragement he begins to saw his fingers in and out of me. My spine arches. My eyes roll back in my head. I squeeze my thighs together as my climax sores through every inch of my body.
When I'm done, he climbs back on top of me, a pleased grin on his face. "You taste so fucking good, baby girl. Better than I ever could have imagined."
"Yeah, well… you don't taste so bad yourself." I bite down on his bottom lip, pulling back with my head until it pops out from between my teeth.
I climb on top of him and pull his t-shirt over his head. Then I pull his jeans down. Seeing him naked for the first time takes my breath away. I thought he looked good with clothes on, but it's nothing compared to seeing him in the buff.
I guide him inside me and my inner walls clamp down around his thick, hard length. He pushes up with his hips, filling me totally. Pushing against that little spot inside me that drives me wild.
The first time is a little fast. A little rushed. frantic kisses. His hands gripping my ass as he pumps furiously into me.
The second time is slower. More relaxed. We try a few different positions. Him behind me, reverse cowgirl. At one point he picks me up and holds me with my back against the wall and his hardness ravages me to my core.
"You know, I quite like it here," I say. We're lying down with my head resting in his shoulder. I trail circles in the thick black hair around his belly button. "I've never really had a proper family. Not like you have with your parents. It's nice feeling like I belong."
"We're gonna have to find somewhere else to live." He kisses my forehead and then takes my face in his hand. "Somewhere big enough to raise some children."
