Drowned In His Desire

7

"Take me home, Canyon," she said. "I have to go talk to my advisor in the morning. Do we have plans for this weekend?"

"I want to have plans," I said. "Will you go out with me Friday night?"

"I don't want to go out," she said. "I want to stay in. I'll rent some movies and we can cook dinner. Is it okay if we use your house?"

I couldn't think of anything I'd like better, so we agreed for her to come over at five and I took her home. She scorched me with a kiss and danced her way inside. I went by the grocery store on the way home and picked up some things. I had shrimp, chicken and beef marinating and I was putting butter on Italian bread to put in the oven when she came in. She had a hash brown casserole and a strawberry cobbler with real whipped cream. I put her to work washing and setting up single red lettuce leaves and romaine while I stir-fried the meat in a ginger sauce with red pepper and onions. The bread was finished and we rubbed fresh garlic on it and made pigs of ourselves. We rolled shrimp or chicken or beef up in the lettuce leaves and ate bunches of that too. I had a nice Cabernet Sauvignon breathing and we drank that with our meal.

We got cobbler and put the whipped cream on it. Coffee at first and then a dry rose as we watched the first movie she had rented. It was Clint Eastwood's Gran Torino and it was hilarious and moving. She was crying as it ended and I held her as she snuggled into me. The next movie was romantic and quite sexy. About halfway through there was a very romantic scene and when I looked down at her she was looking up with speculation in her eyes.

"What?" I asked.

She paused the movie. "Canyon, I need to tell you something." She moved to straddle me with her knees beside my hips and that fantastic ass against my thighs. She put her arms around my neck and pulled our faces close together.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," she said. "It seems really fast to me, but I feel like I've known you all my life. The way we met, all that emotion, how you were such a rock I could just hold on to; that all adds up to a hell of a big part of my thoughts since I've met you."

My heart nearly stopped. Here was this tiny little angel telling me she was falling in love with me. Feelings that I thought I'd never experience again came boiling up and exploded in my brain. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but my vocal cords were paralyzed. She punched me in the chest. "Say something, dummy," she said. "I just told you I love you!"

I started when she punched me and opened my mouth. A croak or two came out and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I quickly pulled her down and held her. "No, baby, don't cry. I'm sorry; I just couldn't talk there for a minute. God, I feel the same way you do. I've been falling in love with you from the moment you opened those big brown eyes down there on the riverbank. You're so beautiful and so sweet, Dara. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. Here, let me kiss you before I say something stupid."

I pulled her around and she crushed my lips with her full, puffy ones. We kissed for minutes and then she pulled away. "Are you sure you love me?" she asked.

"Positive, why?" I asked.

"Because it makes it easier to do this," she said. Her hands caught the hem of the top she was wearing and she pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, not that she needed to. She had the most amazing breasts. They weren't large and on a bigger woman, they would have been on the smallish side. On her tiny frame they looked bigger. Her areolae were small and brown, just a little thicker and making a little cone shaped feature, capped by brown n*****s about the size of the end of my little finger and just a shade darker. They were as hard as little bullets and I just had to stare at the perfection of her.

I tentatively reached my hand and my fingers caressed baby soft skin, grazing her n****e and producing a shiver and goose bumps that roughened her silky smoothness for a moment. She moved forward, offering one n****e and pressing it against my lips. I felt the softness of her back under the fingers of my left hand as I held her right breast, squeezing it gently and taking that little bullet into my lips. I sucked on it gently and flipped its firmness with my tongue.

She went wild! She was moaning and saying unintelligible words as she crushed her breast into my face. I quickly switched to the other firm nub and she continued in what could only be an orgasm! This little lady was hot! I'd never seen a woman c*m from breast play like that. She slumped against me and I lost the n****e I was loving.

"Want more?" I whispered in her ear.

"God, yes," her voice was husky with arousal. "Let me recover a bit." She giggled and those amazing little breasts bounced tantalizingly in front of my face. I nipped at one and she giggled again.

I wondered if I could stand up with her on my lap. It turned out I could. It was actually easy. It felt like carrying a child, but those breasts didn't belong on a child. I carried her into the bedroom. "How long do I have?" I asked her.

"At least all night," she grinned mischievously up at me. "I told Mom not to wait up. Maybe the rest of our lives. How long do you have?"

"Years," I told her. "What did Jules say when you told her that?"

"She said to have fun," she giggled.

She was lying there on my bed, bare from the waist up and all that blonde glory spread out over the pillow. She had on jeans and bright pink athletic shoes. I pulled the shoes off without bothering to untie them. I moved to the button of her jeans and she squealed and grabbed my wrists. "No, you first," she said.

I slipped my shirt over my head and kicked off my flip-flops. When I unbuttoned my jeans, her eyes followed as they slid to the floor, leaving me in my boxers. There was quite the tent in there and I saw her eyes widen and she glanced up at my face. "Jesus, Canyon, is that for me?"

"No one else here," I said. "Just a little blonde angel and me. Your turn."

She undid her jeans and wiggled around, pushing them down off that tight ass and over the curve of her hips. She had on tiny little yellow lacy panties and they didn't leave much to the imagination. She kicked her dainty little feet and I helped her pull the jeans off before crawling up beside her on the bed. I pulled her to me and the feel of her skin against mine was intoxicating. We kissed for a long time until I felt her hand trailing down my stomach. She was tentative and she seemed very hesitant to take any initiative.

"Have you ever done this before, baby?" I asked her.