After lunch, we went to see a movie. I’d insisted Julia choose and was pleasantly surprised when she picked a horror film. Since we were still full from lunch, we kept it simple and got one soda to share. I loved being in the theater with her, loved the way she held my hand the whole time, hiding her head against my shoulder during the scary parts. It was adorable the way she’d peek through her hair at the screen as she squeezed my hand in excitement. Having her next to me was perfection. Her hair smelled like fresh cinnamon buns with a hint of orange, and I wanted to surround myself with that scent for the rest of my life. I was happier than I’d ever been, even though my dick was as hard as goddamn rock.

When the movie was over, it was just before seven o’clock. Julia and I held hands as we walked to the car.

“I don’t want to let you go,” I said.

“You don’t have to,” she murmured.

“We could go to my house if you’re okay with that.”

She squeezed my hand and smiled. “I’m okay with that,” she answered, “but I need to get my car from the parking lot at work.”

“No problem,” I assured her. “I’ll take you to get it now, and you can follow me to my house.”

When we pulled into the bakery parking lot and she pointed out her car, I laughed out loud. Her yellow Volkswagen Beetle perfectly matched her sunny personality right down to the two pink daisies I saw in the little vase on the dash.

“Are you laughing at Betty?” she asked in mock horror.

“Not at all,” I assured her. “I’m laughing because it’s the perfect car for you.”

“It is,” she agreed. “I love it.”

“Betty, huh?”

“Yep, and Betty the Beetle is a badass,” she joked.

Everything I learned about her made me like her more. Julia was interesting and real. It was priceless. I knew I’d never be bored with her.

After we had left the bakery parking lot, it took us just under fifteen minutes to get to my house. I quickly parked in the circular driveway and hopped out to help her out of her car. She took my hand and looked around with surprise.

“I didn’t have you pegged as a suburb dweller,” she teased.

“No?”

“Not with how much you work,” she explained. “I figured you probably lived in a condo.”

“My sister and her family live two blocks over. It made sense to buy in their neighborhood. This way I’m always around if they need me.”

She smiled up at me approvingly. “I love how close you are to your sister. I always wished I had a sibling.”

“You’ll love Jamie. She’s my best friend for a reason.”

I opened the door to the house and held it open to let her in. She looked around curiously, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“It’s so inviting and homey,” she said.

“Jamie strikes again,” I laughed. “My idea of décor was a couch and table set from Ikea. She disabused me of that notion pretty damn quick.”

Julia laughed, and I took her hand again as I showed her through the house. She loved it, and I enjoyed her reaction to the house since I fully intended for it to become ours. After the tour, I took her into the living room so we could relax. We kicked off our shoes and then I turned the fireplace on. I poured us each a glass of wine before joining her on the couch.

The second I sat down next to her and pulled her into my arms, things heated up. She turned to me and lifted her head so that we were face to face. I couldn’t have resisted her if I’d wanted to – and I sure as hell didn’t want to. Since our make-out session in my car, I’d kissed her more than a dozen times over the course of the day, but this was different. Deeper and more personal, it was just the two of us connecting.

Our other kisses had been slower, but being alone left us both free of inhibitions. It was immediately hotter and more desperate, and I found myself on top of her, cradled between sexy thighs as I ground against her. Her hands roamed up and down my back as the kiss went on, and her little whimpers combined with the way she rubbed against me sent a clear message that my girl wanted to be with me as desperately as I wanted to be with her. My heart damn near stopped when she pulled up the hem of my shirt and ran her hands over my skin.

I ripped my mouth from hers and came up a bit so I could look down at her. “Sweetheart,” I groaned, “so fucking good.”

She used my new position to her advantage, bringing her hands from my back to my stomach, her hands pushing my shirt up as she ran them up my torso.

“Mm,” she murmured, “your skin is so hot to the touch.”

That was because I was on fire for her. I shuddered and ground myself against her. My hands had been at her waist, but I couldn’t keep myself from touching her. Setting my hand on her leg, I ran it up and down.

“Ryan,” she whimpered.

Never had my name sounded better.

She brought one hand out from under my shirt then traced it over my jaw as I stared down at her in wonder. The trust I saw in her eyes staggered me.

“Take your shirt off,” she pleaded. “I need to touch you."

I didn’t hesitate, quickly sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head. I tossed it onto the floor next to the couch without a second thought.

I groaned when Julia sat up and pulled her tunic up and over her head. I swallowed hard as I stared down at the creamy perfection of her skin. She was stunning. The way her full breasts filled her dark pink lace bra was stunning, and the sight of her stiff pink nipples peeking out at me behind the lace was a visual I knew I would never forget. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, until the moment she brought her hands back to me and ran them over my chest. I felt my cock weeping pre-cum and I groaned.

“Your hands feel so good on me,” I growled.

“I love the way it feels to touch you,” she breathed softly.

I couldn’t spend another instant not kissing her. I leaned in and captured her mouth, my hands resting just beneath the cups of her bra as I devoured her. We kissed desperately, like we hadn’t seen each other in years. I’d have kept it up forever if she hadn’t scratched her nails from my chest down to my lower torso. Tearing my mouth from hers, I let out a harsh sound.

“I need to touch you, too,” I hissed.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I’m yours to touch.”

I maneuvered my way down the couch so that I could drive her crazy with my tongue. I licked and nibbled around her belly button, drinking in her moans and the way her fingers threaded into my hair like she couldn’t help herself.

Slowly but surely I worked my way up, leaving no portion of her stomach untouched along the way. When I reached her perfect tits I traced both with my tongue, tasting every single inch of her, except the place she wanted me to taste the most. Only when she begged did I finally do what I’d been dying to do since she took her top off.

I swirled around her nipple, licking her through the lace. She shifted against me desperately as I finally sucked it into my mouth. She was so, so sensitive. I teased back and forth between one breast and the other, sucking and licking at her perfect nipples through the lace as she whimpered and begged. I loved the way she responded to me. Lifting my head, I brought my hands up and pulled the lace cups down so that she was completely exposed. I thought her tits couldn’t get more perfect, but I’d been wrong. Seeing them completely naked almost made me cum in my goddamn jeans like a first-timer.

My desperation for her rose exponentially as I sucked and loved those perfect tits. The vanilla and cinnamon scent of her skin worked its way into my soul as I devoured her. As I paid homage to her breasts, she was running her hands all over my upper body and begging me for more.

“Please,” she begged, “I need something more. I need…”

After biting down gently on her left nipple, I let it go and looked up at her.

“You need to come,” I growled. “Can I take your leggings off?”

She nodded. “God, please. Yes!”

When we sat up together she surprised me by unhooking her bra and tossing it to the floor. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her leggings and pulled them down, moaning low in my throat as she wiggled her sexy body and helped me maneuver them off. The scent of her arousal hit me like a shot of adrenaline to the heart.

“Julia,” I groaned. “I need to taste your pussy. I can’t wait.”

I couldn’t, either. I was over her in a second, her legs spread by my shoulders as I leaned in and inhaled. I’d never gone down on a woman before, had never wanted to, but with Julia, it would’ve killed me not to.

I pulled the lace of her panties to the side with one hand, my dick jerking in my pants when I saw the way her wetness spread over her perfect sex. I started tracing up and down her pussy lips with my tongue as she rolled against my mouth.

“Ryan,” she gasped. “The scrape of your beard against my skin and your tongue on me is so good!”

I nodded my head as my tongue continued working. The taste of her was incredible, and I knew I was an addict. I’d never be far away from her or her perfect little pussy as long as I was breathing.

She whimpered and moaned as I continued licking and tracing my tongue all over her. Again and again I wiggled my tongue at her opening as I lapped at her arousal. Each time I did it she would cry out, desperate for more. Only when I was sure she couldn’t withstand any more did I finally touch her clit with my tongue. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she let out a gasp.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “That feels…”

Her words trailed off when I opened my mouth and sucked her clit in, lashing at it with my tongue. She came hard, her legs locking up around me as she bucked against my mouth. She yelled my name as I continued eating her sweet pussy. I paid attention to her cues so I knew when to back off from her clit and gentle my motions. She trembled beneath me as I kissed my way up her body. The way she didn’t even hesitate to let me kiss her even though I’d just eaten her out was hot as fuck. Her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly as she kissed me with desperation.

We kissed like that for I don’t even know how long. I groaned when she broke the kiss, the two of us panting heavily as we stared at each other.

“I want you to be my first,” she whispered. “My only.”

I bucked against her helplessly and damn near came in my fucking pants as the meaning of her words hit home. My sweet girl was a virgin, her pussy as pure as the rest of her.

“You’re so fucking perfect. We don’t have to do it tonight,” I ground out. “Let’s wait.”

She shook her head emphatically. “I’m not waiting for my life to start anymore. Now that we found each other, it’s time. I want to feel you inside of me.”

My dick was practically knocking against the zipper of my jeans in an attempt to get out.

“Then we do this right,” I growled.

There was no way I was taking my woman’s virginity on the couch. I stood, before reaching down and lifting her up into my arms. She squeaked in surprise.

“Put me down,” she cried. “I’m too heavy! You’ll throw your back out.”

I didn’t even consider putting her down, not for one second. I hurried us toward my bedroom and laughed. “You’re not heavy at all,” I assured her. “If you let me, I’ll carry you everywhere.”

She laid her head on my shoulder and chuckled. After we got into my room, I set her down on the bed and then turned the overhead light on.

“I’m always going to need to see you,” I told her. “When I’m fucking this tight little pussy and when you’re coming on my dick, I want to watch.”

Her eyes were glassy with desire as she licked her lips and nodded. “I don’t mind,” she answered. “I need to see you, too.”

I ripped off my jeans and boxer shorts in one move before I pulled my socks off. My dick was wet, lubed in the pre cum I’d been leaking. Julia licked her lips as she stared at it.

“You’re gorgeous,” she murmured. “So perfect.”

I walked to the bed and stood between her legs, cupping her chin in my hand and tilting it back so she was looking at me.

“Not nearly as perfect or as gorgeous as you,” I answered.

Before she could say anything else, I was kissing her again. The way she responded to me was everything. Only when she tore her mouth away and begged me to touch her did I maneuver us into a better position on the bed. She reached out and gripped my cock in her fist, shuttling up and down as she stared into my eyes.

“I want you crazy for me,” she whispered.

I shook my head as I laughed and leaned into her, resting my forehead on hers.

“I’m beyond crazy for you,” I admitted.

I let her jerk my dick for as long as I could stand it, but eventually I had to stop her. If I hadn’t, I’d have cum all over her sexy little hands. I spread her legs and fisted myself as I came down over her, rubbing the head of my cock against her tight, wet hole. She was primed and ready, her pussy juices soaking me as I traced circles with my tip.

“Oh, God, Ryan,” she gasped. “Fuck me.”

I couldn’t do anything but comply. I pushed in slowly, just the tip, allowing her to adjust to it before I went any further. She panted and moaned beneath me as I began pressing farther into her. When I came up against her barrier, we both gasped.

“Do it,” she whimpered. “It’s yours.”

I knew the best thing for me to do was to make that part happen fast. Gripping her hips, I thrust past the barrier in one hard movement. She cried out as I sank in, inch by fucking inch, her tight little pussy struggling to take it all. When I was all the way in, I stopped moving and looked down at where we were joined.

Big mistake. For a second I almost lost control. Having her spread wide for me and seeing the way her pussy was wrapped around my dick was almost too much. I whimpered as I locked up and forced myself not to move.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” she whispered. “It stings a little, but it also feels good. I can feel myself stretching to fit. I like it.”

“That’s so good, sweetheart,” I growled as I took my free hand and began rubbing her clit.

“Ryan,” she moaned as she arched beneath me.

When I felt she could take it, I started slowly thrusting in and out. Only when she begged for more as she scratched her nails across my lower back did I pick up the pace. She cried out again and again as I went deep, fucking her tiny pussy with powerful thrusts.

“So good, so good, so good,” she wailed. “Fuck me, Ryan! Fuck me!”

My headboard slammed against the wall as I grabbed her hips for leverage and really took her.

“Rub your clit,” I growled. “I want you to come while my dick’s inside of you.”

She did it without hesitating and I almost lost it right then and there, watching her fingers rubbing at her perfect clit. As wet as she had been, being fucked hard and stimulated at the same time made her wetter. The heat of her arousal against my dick damn near made me insane.

That’s when it hit me.

I wasn’t wearing a condom.

My balls started to tingle as I fucked harder. “I’m not wearing a condom,” I ground out breathlessly. “I’m in your pussy bare, baby. I’ll need to pull out.”

I’d been worried she would be upset, but that wasn’t her reaction at all. Instead, she tightened her legs around me and squeezed my cock as she came with a scream.

“Ryan! I’m coming!”

She rode my dick so fucking good as she came I thought I’d pass out. I barely held myself in check as she clenched and creamed around my cock.

The second her legs started to go slack, I pulled out and aimed my dick at her belly. I almost fell onto her as my cock spurted endless ropes of cum onto her sexy stomach. Some of it pooled into her belly button, which was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my goddamn life.

“Look at that,” I rasped, “look at me all over you.”

I’d gone from thinking I didn’t have much of a sex drive to having the craziest need to fuck and mark my woman over and over again. Even after I came, I was still ready to go. The only thing that kept me from doing just that was my need to make sure Julia was okay. She was all that mattered.