Kissing Her(6)

“You really shouldn't have given me a ride home.”





Chapter Four





Ragnar





I expect her eyes to show fear, or at least some form of self-preservation. But to my shock she leans into my touch. I can feel her heartbeat on the tips of my fingers, but it’s not rapid and afraid. She’s excited, that much I can tell by the way her nipples are pressing against her threadbare top. She’s wearing a long jean skirt that covers most of her lower half, and if I had to describe her style I’d say it was a bit homely. Her clothes look like they’ve been worn through several people before they were handed to her, and even her coat and gloves are shabby. It was hard to see it in the dark earlier, but here in the light I can tell she doesn’t come from much.

“Why not?” she asks softly, looking up at me.

The way she’s dressed makes me thinks she’s far more innocent than I first surmised, but all it does is whet my appetite. How delicate and special she is only makes my need for her grow. And I know that makes me a sick fuck, but I don’t care.

“Because now I don’t want to let you go,” I say and her cheeks flush.

Her baggy, worn clothing does nothing to hide her true beauty even though she does nothing to enhance it. Most young women her age wear lots of makeup and color their hair. Bee looks like she’s hardly seen the light of day with how her skin glows. It’s like sweet milk and I want to taste it, but I’m trying to control myself.

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” She looks away from me and to the fire as I reach behind us to the table and grab the wine glasses.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask, and she pauses as if to think it over. “Have you ever had wine before?”

“No, I’m not old enough.” She watches me pour a glass and licks her lips. I can see the longing in her eyes again.

“You can have a taste,” I say as I hold it out to her. She hesitates for only a second before she brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip. She thinks it over for a second before she shrugs and hands it back to me.

“I don’t know anything about wine, but it kind of tastes like sour Kool-Aid.”

I laugh as I take the glass from her and then drink from the same place she put her lips. Her dark green eyes don’t miss anything. Her full lips part and I wonder if she’s thinking about what it would be like to kiss me right now. That’s the only thing going through my mind, but I should know better. This one is too young for me, too sweet and wholesome. But all of those reasons are why I want her so badly.

I’ve never seen someone so pure before and the thought of her innocence coating my cock has me ready to put her on her back. I have to look away from her and take a breath so I can get myself under control. I’m like a shark that’s smelled blood in the water and I can’t think straight.

Getting all those clothes off her hasn’t done me any favors because now I can see what lies beneath. Her breasts are too large for her small frame, but they look so soft and natural. I bet she’s embarrassed by their size and covers them up, and the thought gets me harder. Would her nipples be a dark rosy color like her lips? Would she cover them up when I stripped her bare?

All of these thoughts are the reason I should make her leave, but I’m consumed by her beauty. I want to do dirty things to her that shock her and make her blush. I want to cum on her face and see what she looks like with my cock inside her.

“Tell me about you,” I say as I run my finger along my bottom lip. I need to know everything about her and I don’t know how much time we have.

“There’s not much to tell,” she says and smiles at me. “I go to the community college and take classes in business.”

“What kind of business are you in?”

“My dad owns a dry cleaners and he wants me to help run the office. My sister does it now, but she’s about to get married.” Something passes in her eyes before she focuses again. “I’m the maid of honor.”

“Congratulations,” I say as I hold my glass out for her and let her take another sip.

“I don’t want to do it,” she says and then puts a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ve never said that out loud before.”

I take the glass from her and have another drink as I wait for her to explain.

“It’s not that I don’t love her, but she’s not very nice and I don’t like her fiancé.” She bites her lip and then fidgets. “I shouldn’t be saying it, but it actually feels good to tell someone. Everyone I know loves her and is so excited about the wedding, but I don’t care one bit. I know she’s ready to leave home, but I can’t believe she’s running into the arms of some jerk just to get away.” She pauses and then looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I probably sound awful talking about her like this.”

“You sound like a concerned and loving sister who only wants the best for her,” I say as we pass the glass between us again. “But I’ll let you in on a secret,” I whisper and lean in close. Bee does the same and I smile at her. “She’s probably doing it for the sex.”

Bee giggles and lets out the most adorable snort then she takes another drink and I realize she never gave it back to me after the last time. I let her hold onto it and finish the glass as she tells me about how obnoxious her sister is and how horrible her fiancé is to her.