I slowly wake and find I can hardly move my body. Taylor has woven her tiny legs with mine in such a way that it's impossible to move without the risk of waking her. She's still resting on my chest, and I can feel a small pool of drool as she quietly snores. I can't help but smile. This woman has blindsided me.

I never thought I’d open up to another woman, especially someone this much younger than me, but Taylor is an exception. I still can't put my finger on why or how, but she has changed my mindset. Instead of being by myself, I have been finding that I want her to be near, more and more. We've only spent a few days together, but it feels as if it’s been more. I'm hoping the storm lasts longer than usual so she'll have to stay here with me. I'm not sure what I'll do when she has to leave.

Will she forget me and never think twice about me? So many questions swarm within me, and the feelings are giving me a headache.

I can’t figure her out.

Does she want me?

Does she just like to tease?

I've always been able to know what women want, but again Taylor is different. A puzzle I want to solve and fast. I’d give anything to feel her small frame bucking under my large one, screaming my name in ecstasy. And just like that, I'm hard as a rock.

I try to move a little to untangle her legs from mine, but all that does is make her move her leg a little higher so that it's now resting on my very obvious hard on. I can’t help but growl a little. I know I can’t have her, even though I’d love to take her right now. To wake her up with that first thrust would be amazing, but I know that’s not going to happen. I need to get out of this bed and fast.

“Princess,” I whisper to her. “Baby, wake up. I need to move.”

She moans a little and starts to stir, but doesn't wake up. Her movements make it harder to keep my hands to myself. If I can get to the bathroom, I can try to get my mind off her enough to soften up a little and at least take a piss. That's when I notice how soft her skin is. How did I not see that before?

When I had gotten into bed last night, I was in my boxers, but she was still in her leggings. Now her legs are bare. What the hell? I peek under the covers to see if maybe her pant legs had just hiked up a bit, but sure enough, she's lying next to me in just a T-shirt. She must’ve taken her pants off in the middle of the night, and I didn't even realize it. All this does is make me even harder. I can't take it any longer and reach down to run my hand down her leg from her knee to her thigh. She moans a little as I do and grinds on me a little. Oh fuck, I need to get out of here. I somehow manage to get my legs untangled from hers and practically run to the bathroom.

I quietly shut the door, trying not to wake her, if I haven't already. I run some cold water in the sink and splash it on my face. No woman has ever had me in knots like this. I try to get my mind off of her so that I can calm my dick down but am having trouble. The last thing I want to do is rub one out with her on the other side of this door.

I take a few deep breaths and start thinking about the old fail-safes to try to make it go away—baseball, turtles, freezing temps, Mrs. Fletcher from elementary school. It starts to work, and I run my hands under cold water to help the process. Finally, I'm soft enough to take a leak and am so relieved.

When I make my way back to the bedroom, I find Taylor hugging my pillow. The covers are kicked off of her with her shirt running up just enough to show her pink underwear peeking out. I could watch her sleep for hours. She’s so beautiful and sleeping peacefully, just like the princess she is.

I glance at the clock and notice it's only a little after eight in the morning. The curtains are pulled closed, so there's only a sliver of light peeking into the bedroom, but it's just enough to act as a spotlight on my new bedmate. Deciding I could sleep more, I slide back into bed and try to take my pillow. When I finally get it out of her grip, I slide in close to her and wrap my arms around her, hoping she’ll do the same. Unfortunately, she starts to wake.

She stretches adorably and turns over onto her belly, hugging her pillow. She lies her head to the side and opens her eyes to look over at me. When she sees I'm looking at her, she smiles and closes her eyes again. I can't tell if she's awake or starting to revert to the shy Taylor that I’d rather stay in hibernation.

“Morning, princess. How’d ya sleep?” I ask softly.

“Really well, actually. You?”

“Not too bad.”

"Mmm," is the only response I receive. I watch as she lays with her eyes closed and I'm curious if she's going to fall back to sleep. I see her smile and know she's awake.

“Why are you watching me?”

“Because I can.” I smirk.

"Hm. Is that where I am? How did I get here?" My heart sinks. Does she not remember? She's playing with me right now because she did not protest at all when I put her in my bed. "Aww, don't look so sad. I'm only kidding."

"You better be." I can't help but smile at her. She has had that effect on me more and more. Wanting to throw her off her game, I decide to play with her a little. "So how was I? Was it all that you imagined and more?"

I watch as she stills and is as straight as a board. I swear she even stops breathing for a moment. She looks up at me with wide eyes. “What do you mean? We didn’t do anything, did we? I swore we went right to sleep.” I quickly quiet her and try to calm her down.

"Shh, it's okay. I was kidding. Relax."

“It’s not funny, Maddox.” She sits right up and smacks my chest before pulling the pillow into her lap. After letting out a relieved sigh, she hugs herself and starts to shiver.

“Are you cold again? I can build the fire back up.”

“Yes, please.”

I quickly get the fire made, then climb back into the bed and sit against the headboard. I nod my head for her to come and sit with me and she agrees. When she's settled in next to me, I pull the covers up over us and pull her close to me to help warm her up.

“You know, you may not be as cold if you had managed to keep your pants on.”

“Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I’ve gotten hot in the middle of the night, which never happens.”

“It’s okay. I will let it slide this time.” I wink at her when she looks up at me, and she smiles back. Right then, the need to kiss her goes into overdrive, and I can't wait any longer.

Last night she wanted to stop and to make sure we still felt the same the next day when the liquor was no longer controlling our actions. There's no better time to test that out than now.

I tilt her chin up a little more to me with my finger and lightly kiss her soft, wet lips. I linger for a moment to let her pull away, but when she doesn’t I kiss her again, but this time longer. She softly runs her hand up my chest and up to the back of my neck.

Wanting her closer to me, I quickly grab her by the waist and move her so that she's straddling me with her knees on each side and her legs tucked under. Her breath quickens with the sudden closeness, but she doesn’t move away. We gaze into each others eyes then let the heat between us take over.

Our lips crash together, this time with more need and desire. As soon as her lips part just enough, I sneak my tongue in and find hers. My hands reach the hem of her T-shirt, and I start to pull it up with me as I run my hands up her sides. She digs her hands into my hair and slowly starts rocking in my lap. I'm getting harder with every movement, and I know she can feel it. I break our kiss to pull her shirt up over her head and as soon as the fabric is gone, I instantly bury my face in her breasts. She leans her head back as I lightly kiss her skin and caress each breast outside of her bra.

I look up at her as I start to pull one cup down to expose her erect nipple, and she's looking at me with so much desire it makes my dick throb with need. I lick her nipple slightly and hear her take in a sharp breath. This gives me the push to take her nipple into my mouth and suck slightly, watching her as I do. Her hands are still tight in my hair, pulling slightly with the sensation of my suckling. She must not have been able to take it because she suddenly pulls me free of her breast and brings my lips back to hers for another deep kiss.

Needing to change positions again, I move her onto her back and position myself on top of her, making sure to dig my hard cock onto the wet fabric of her panties, letting her know how much I want her. She lets out such a sweet moan, which drives me crazy. I kiss her neck as I trace my hand down her thigh and back up to her hip, then back under her ass, thrusting against her again.

“Maddox, wait.” She breathes out.

“Hmm,” is all I manage as I'm still making a trail of kisses from her neck to her chest.

“Maddox, please. We need to hit the pause button real quick. Please, it’s important.”

Important? What the hell could be so important right now? Reluctantly, I stop my perusal and rest myself over her on my forearms.

"What is it?" I ask, keeping my tone flat. My dick is straining right now. I want her so fucking badly. I sit up and help her sit up as well. "What is it, princess?"

“There’s something you need to know before this goes any further.”

“Mmmkay…” Not sure where this is going, I keep my words to a minimum. I want her to tell me what is on her mind, and I don’t want to spook her by saying something stupid.

"Um, I'm not sure how to say this. It's tough for me. And embarrassing."

“Nothing you tell me is embarrassing. It’s just you and me, princess.”

She inhales a quick breath before exhaling. “Maddox. I’m a virgin.”