Chapter1
Ethan
Nicole straddles my lap and rests her chin on my chest. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her and pull her more snugly against my body. Her core is lined up at my lengthening dick, and I raise my hips a little because I’m a glutton for punishment. I know this is dangerous. Even with thick blue jeans on, this is dangerous. I’ve found lately that just being around her is getting unbearable. She’s too tempting, and I’m only so strong. Especially when she grinds her pelvis against me.
“What are you doing, Nikki?”
She smiles up at me. “Nothing. Just trying to get a rise out of you.”
“Har, har. Funny. I’m sure you know by now it doesn’t take much for you to get a rise out of me.” I shift her on my lap because the pain is real. Who would have thought that I’d be a twenty-two-year-old fuckin’ virgin with a willing woman on my lap and turn that shit down? Fuck, I need my head examined. Everything inside of me says to give in and give her what she wants—hell, what we both want.
Her hands slide up my chest, and she traces circles around my erect nipple over my shirt. I laugh and grab on to her upper arms, forcing her away from me.
Her once laughing face is now filled with frustration. “Ethan, what’s wrong? You’re killing me here. I love you, you love me. I want you.” She lowers her hips so I’m pushing against her honeyed core, and her smile returns. “And I’m pretty sure you want me.”
I groan out loud. “Fuck yeah, I want you.”
And before I can get another word out, she’s throwing her hands up in the air. “So what’s the problem then? Let’s do it already.”
I toss her onto the couch beside me and hover over her. She’s staring up at me with all the trust in the world. Nicole and I have been together since her freshman year of high school. I’m two years older than her, and she’s twenty now. She recently graduated from a local community college with her radiology tech degree... and next week, we’re getting married. When that happens, all bets are off. She’s going to be mine in every sense of the word. “The problem is that when I take you, I’m going in bare, Nikki. There won’t be anything between us, and chances are we’re going to make babies. I want my ring on your finger when I do it.”
One arm goes around my neck, and the other has her flashing her engagement ring on her finger in my face. “First, of all, the engagement ring counts. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, so I say yes, let’s do that. I don’t want there to be anything between us either.”
I laugh and lean down, rubbing my nose against hers. She has no clue how hard this has been for me. I want her so badly that it’s all I think about. And call me crazy, but I made a promise to her dad. I was close to her father, and when he passed, he asked me to take care of her. I’ve kept my promise even though it’s about to kill me. He wanted her to graduate and nothing to stop that from happening. I waited, and we planned the wedding for the weekend after her graduation.
“Not until we’re married,” I tell her, but that doesn’t appease her.
She pouts prettily. “I never would have thought you were so old fashioned.”
“Old fashioned?” I ask her incredulously. “What’s old fashioned about wanting to do this right? We’re consumed with each other, Nikki, and I know once I get you—all of you—I’m not going to be letting you out of my sight for at least a month.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Promises, promises.”
I push her hair away from her face. “You’re horny, aren’t you, baby?”
Her eyes widen, and she licks her luscious lips. “Aren’t you, Ethan?”
Instead of answering her, I lean down and fit my mouth over hers. She moans, and I deepen the kiss, stroking our tongues against each other. It’s undeniable how much I want this woman to be mine in every sense of the word. Hell, since we met, I knew that one day she’d be mine, and I’ve just been biding my time, waiting patiently for her to graduate so we can move on with the rest of our lives. My hands slide up and down her body. I palm her breast and knead it. Her body arches against mine, and she wraps one leg around my waist, pulling my lower body against hers.
I don’t fight her as she rubs herself along my dick. I’m about to come in my jeans if I don’t stop soon. I pull away from her and put my hands at her waist, holding her down on the couch.
She’s watching me through hooded eyes with love shining on her face. “You need to come, Nikki?”
She bites onto her lower lip and nods her head.
Fuck! I stroke my hand through my hair. She has a short skirt on, and the way it’s ridden up, I can see her pink panties. I stare at the soft material and know I can’t resist. I sit back on my legs and slide my hand along her inner thigh. Her body trembles, and she raises her hips. I smile and shake my head. “Damn, baby, you’re soaked. Pink is my new favorite color.”
There’s a wet spot on the swatch of material covering her weeping pussy. Sliding my fingers under the leg of her panties, I pull it to the side to see her swollen, wet pussy. I can’t resist touching her there as I look into her eyes to make sure it’s okay. She’s holding herself perfectly still, and I order her, “Take a breath, honey.”
She lets out a deep breath and sucks it in as I slide my finger through her slit. “I want to taste you.”
She nods, and I lean down, touching my tongue to her for the first time. Her legs widen, allowing me to nestle between her thighs. She groans, but I don’t stop. I need to give this to her. I stroke my tongue across her clit, and she moans again. Thankfully, no one is home and won’t be for hours. She can be as loud as she wants to be.
I spear my finger inside her, gently, not wanting to break the barrier there. I’m saving that for the night she becomes my wife. There’s something about the thought of claiming her body when she has my last name and my ring on her finger.
This is just going to be enough to tide her over for the big event. I suck her swollen nub into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. She’s trembling beneath me. I’ve already given in to the fact that I’m going to come in my pants. There won’t be any stopping it. I’m pounding my hips into the edge of the couch. The louder she gets, the more intensely I give it to her.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, holding me to her. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”