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For their first date they went mini putting, then drinks, then grabbed coffees and walked along the waterfront. She was smitten, and so she was in unfamiliar territory with him. She was sexually attracted to him in a way that was bordering on ridiculous. Yet she was emotionally attracted equally as much. Everything about him was new, fresh and felt so very nice.
On their second date they went out for dinner. On their third, they rented movies on a rainy Friday evening and lay together on her couch, slowly inching their way closer to each other as the movie progressed. Brad made the first move by grabbing her hand and pulling her close to him. She lay with her head on his lap as his fingers moved lightly through her hair and his fingertips traced over her skin. It felt comfortable, natural and so good.
‘I better go. It’s late. I’ll fall asleep soon,’ he said long after the movie finished, and they lay wrapped up in each other.
‘Stay,’ she said, without thinking about it.
‘Yup. I’m sure I have an extra toothbrush somewhere. Stay,’ she said, grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.
She was in bed before him, already snuggled under the blankets when he came into her room shirtless.
‘Delicious,’ she said under her breath.
He’d told her he had tattoos on his back. She could see what appeared to be the beginning of a piece that started on his collarbone and disappeared around his back. She got up on her knees, spun him around and studied his canvas.
‘Very nice,’ she purred as she traced the lines of his artwork with her fingertips.
Then she grabbed him tightly around his waist and pulled him down on the bed with her. They rolled around and wrestled, him attempting to pin her down and her squirming out of reach.
‘You’re pretty strong for a little girl.’
‘Little girl? Fucker!’
They rolled over again. He laid the weight of his body down on her.
‘Little girl compared to me. Right now, you’re my little girl.’
And then he kissed her. He’d kissed her before – briefly – on the cheek, a quick goodbye kiss. This though – this was a real kiss – one she’d been lusting after. His lips were soft and teasing, giving her just a little, then pulling away.
‘Are you going to behave yourself?’ she purred.
‘No,’ he answered quietly as his head moved past her neck, his hand massaged her tit, pushed her tiny shirt up around her neck, and he pulled her nipple into his mouth. ‘Probably not.’
And so it began. Her fingers ran through his hair and her nails over his back as his hand grabbed at one breast, his mouth at another. His free hand snaked down her belly to her sex.