I watch her for a few moments before giving her a single nod when she doesn’t stop me, lowering my forearms on either side of her head. There’s little space to work with considering where we are, but it makes the moment ten times more intimate. “Breathe for me, baby girl. In for three, out for three. I need you to relax so I don’t hurt you.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, before following my instructions. After a few deep breaths, I can feel her legs spread wider before she wraps them around my waist with a little guidance from my hands.
“Good.” I kiss her the same moment I roll my hips forward, inching in little by little and swallowing the noises she makes. Our neighbors are far enough away that I doubt they’d hear us, but I’m sure Rylee wouldn’t like knowing they could potentially understand what’s going on when she starts panting as I bottom out inside of her with one last slick thrust.
Fuck. She’s so tight I know this won’t last long, so I take my time and make sure she feels as good as she can, going slow and kissing her with a purpose I’ve never given any other woman who’s been underneath me. One hand on her upper thigh, I keep a steady hold of her as I push in and pull out to a calculated rhythm that has her whispering my name is a raspy breath. Her fingertips dig into my shoulders as I move faster, the lounger squeaking with every thrust inside her vice-gripping pussy until I can’t hold back anymore.
At the last second, I pull out and grab the top of the lounge chair for support, pumping my dick until I shoot spurts of cum onto her stomach.
Dropping my head down, I lower myself enough to kiss her flushed face. “Are you okay?”
Slowly, she nods, kissing me back. “Sore, but…” Burying her head into my neck, and wraps her arms around my back. “Good. I’m good.”
I pull away, grabbing my shirt from the ground and wiping her off. “I wasn’t sure if you were on birth control…”
She watches as I throw the tee back onto the pavement, biting her bottom lip for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I should probably get on it.”
I kiss her. “It’s up to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll just get more condoms. We have plenty of experimenting left to do.”
Her eyes widen. “We do?”
I grin. “Practice makes perfect.” My fingers tangle into her hair, brushing out the tangles and knots. “And we both know how much I love to practice.”
The flush on her face disappears, turning into two pink dots. Her embarrassment is cute, endearing even, and only makes me want to see what else I can do to make her turn that shade.
“I’ll get on the pill as soon as I can,” she decides, letting me readjust us. I pull the tee she’s wearing down, so she’s covered before tugging her into my side.
“If you’re sure.”
She lets out a content sigh. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” she whispers out of nowhere. “But I’m glad.”
I hug her as close as I can, my way of agreeing with every word she said.
30
Rylee
The crisp December weather dips below fifty degrees the week of Christmas. By the time the holiday comes, the heat is at full blast despite Garrick being in athletic shorts and a tank top from sweating to death while I’m wrapped in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and Snuggie to keep warm.
“My parents said they’re going to arrive in about twenty minutes,” I tell the man currently helping his mother pull the turkey out of the oven. He looks up from where his mother checks the bird, eyeing the outfit I changed into.
I flatten my hands against the dress, one that his mother gifted me after an outing we’d had together a few weeks ago. She’d seen me looking at it through a store window before pulling me into the store and asking one of the women working to let me try it on.
No matter how many times I told her I didn’t need anything new, she’d brush it off. And when I walked out of the dressing room in the black batwing, V-neck knitted dress that hit just above my knees, her eyes lit up as she covered her mouth and slowly shook her head. One of the store’s employees wrapped a satin black ribbon around my waist and tied it into a bow before they all stepped back and stared.
“Isn’t my daughter beautiful?” Elaine had asked them all.
And the way Garrick was looking at me in this very instant, I truly feel it.
Garrick walks over, holding my hands out to study me from closer up. The way his eyes rake down my body makes me draw my bottom lip into my mouth. He’s studied my body like it’s his career over the past two weeks, giving me time before teaching me his favorite positions and letting me figure out mine.
The inexperience I’d been embarrassed about melted away whenever he’d strip me of my clothes and use his hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue—among other things—to tell me he thought it was sexy to be the person guiding me on how to be in touch with my body.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, kissing me lightly and resting his forehead against mine. “I have no words.”
“You seem to be doing just fine.” I tug on his tank top. “Though, you may want to change. I’ll turn the heat down so you’re not sweating.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I’ll deal with it. I should go up and get ready before they get here.”
With another kiss and a squeeze of our hands, he lets go and walks upstairs leaving me alone with his mother.
I ask, “Where’s Chase?”
She washes her hands and dries them before turning
