The Virgin Duet(21)

“Whatever,” she says in response and rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you’ve had a good time with people you’ve messed around with before.”

I take a deep breath and admit what I’ve been too embarrassed to tell her until now.

“I haven’t messed around with anyone before.”

“So you just f*ck other women but not me? I guess I’m not good enough for that either, am I?”

I tighten my grip on her wrists when I feel her start to pull away.

“No. That’s not what I meant.” I take another deep breath and try to get her to understand. “I mean...what I need to tell you...what I’m trying to say is...I’ve never done anything before you.”

I feel the blush on my cheeks and she looks at me curiously.

“You're a virgin?” she asks, her eyes searching my face.

I nod my head and wait for her to laugh at me.

“What? Why? How? Are you kidding me? How old are you?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You’re a virgin too. And for the record I’m thirty-two. Are you going to tell me your real age now?”

It’s her turn to blush and avoid eye contact. I release one of her wrists and touch her chin so she’s looking at me again. “Eighteen,” she whispers. But I already know this. It was part of the paperwork when she was hired at the coffee shop, and I looked into that before I ever spoke to her boss about her change in behavior.

“What we’re doing is new for both of us. And it’s easy to misinterpret things I say, because sometimes I’m an idiot. I’m sorry, TInk. Please forgive me.”

She smiles at me and nods her head. “You’re not mad at me I lied to you about my age?”

“No, little fairy, I knew how old you were. I just needed you to trust me. And to be honest, I needed to trust you. There’s a big age difference between us, but you’ve lived a lot for a young woman. And since meeting you, I feel alive for the first time.”

I feel the tension leave her body and I can’t help but think about how beautiful she is laid out on our bed. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is spread out behind her. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, and in that moment, I finally let go. I’m not my father and I never will be. Rebecca is mine to protect and cherish, but never harm. I’ll always have the fear in the back of my mind, but I won’t let it stand in the way of what I want with her. Never again.

I lean down slowly so she knows my intentions, and softly place my lips on hers. It’s my first kiss but I don’t tell her that. Some things are better learnt through experience.

Her lips are full and soft. I’m surprised at how warm her mouth feels against mine, and when her tongue comes out to lick my lips, I feel her body melt against me. I let her lead the kiss and I begin to mimic how her tongue moves. Her sweet taste is heavenly and I think I just became addicted to kissing.

We kiss and kiss and kiss. I don’t know how much times passes, but I could spend a lifetime just kissing my sweet Tinkerbell.

After some time I feel her move under me, and then her legs are tangling with mine. Her hands, which have been on my chest the whole time, move around my back and she pulls me completely on top of her. I move so some of my weight is on my elbows, and we continue fusing our bodies together through this kiss and her touch.

“Take off your clothes, Bray.”

It’s then that I realize we’re both still fully dressed. I was so consumed with her lips that it didn’t occur to me until she pointed it out. Now the only thing I can think of is being skin on skin.

I jump off her so fast she lets out a little giggle. As I pull at my clothes hurriedly. I watch her sit up and take off her crop top and sports bra together, and watch her breasts jiggle from the motion. I stop in my tracks and just stare at her.

“We’re really about to do this, aren't we?” I ask, and there’s a slight tremble to my voice.

“Yep,” she says, and her smile is huge. She bounces with excitement and starts to remove her yoga pants and panties. In seconds she’s on the bed completely naked and I’m half undressed, just watching her.

She tilts her head to the side and gives me a soft smile. “It’s okay, Vanilla. I’m a little nervous too.”

Hearing her say my nickname makes me smile, and I realize that this moment is special for both of us. I’ve been waiting my whole life for her, and I aim to enjoy every second of this.

I finish undressing and crawl up the bed. I run my hands up her legs as I move, but pause and stare down at her pretty *. I gently push her knees apart and lean down.

“Bray?”

“Shh, Tink. Just relax. I loved kissing your lips so much, I want to kiss these lips too.” I lean down and put my nose against her mound, and just breathe her in. Her smell is so deliciously perfect. Better than anything I can imagine or describe. It makes my mouth water and I lean in to get a taste.

As soon as her flavor hits my tongue I realize I might be addicted to kissing her here too. I kiss her * how she kissed my mouth. Slow tongue strokes with little nibbles in between. I feel Rebecca’s body responding and I keep doing it. I’ve never done this before, but I want to get her off. I want to make her feel as good as she makes me feel.

I lean up and she sits up, looking at me.

“Tell me what you need, TInk.”