His Nasty Little Pussy

HANNAH

I have Aiden’s schedule memorized, of course I do, so I make sure

I’m out working in my mom’s flower garden when it’s time for him to leave for work. I smile when I hear his door opening, knowing that the first thing he’s going to see is me on my hands and knees planting flowers. My top is pretty low cut, giving him a great view of my tits, and my shorty shorts are showing off my ass.

When I look up, his green eyes are locked on mine, and the look he’s giving me has my panties instantly wet. His gaze is downright smoldering, and he looks so fucking gorgeous that I have to remind myself to breathe as he walks over. He squats down next to me, so our faces are level. The rose bushes to the left of me are partially obscuring us, but I’m still surprised when he reaches out to cup my face, pulling me closer.

Our lips are so close they’re practically touching. His eyes search mine, making sure this is what I want. He finds what he’s looking for because in the next moment his lips are on mine and my whole world narrows down to only Aiden. His lips are so soft, and even though I can feel the hunger and desire just below the surface, he takes his time with me, exploring my mouth as if he has all the time in the world. I open wider for him, running my tongue along his which earns me a very masculine groan that sends a rush of pleasure over me at the sound of it.

When he finally pulls away, I’m panting and so fucking horny I can barely see straight. He’s still cupping my face, and I lean into him, closing my eyes to savor the feeling of him touching me. He has no idea that was my first kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that all night,” he says with a grin.

I lean in even more and kiss the palm of his hand before running my tongue over it. I hear his sharp intake of breath and smile up at him. “I want you to do a whole lot more than that.”

He quirks a dark eyebrow up at me and smiles. The silvery scar on his cheek is more obvious in the sun and the deep green of his eyes is more pronounced. How the hell am I going to make it through the day while he’s at work? My body’s reaction to him is insane.

I sigh when he slowly slides his thumb across my bottom lip.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he says, echoing my thoughts.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

He looks at the complicated-looking black watch he’s wearing. “I have to go.”

I give his thumb a quick kiss. “I know you do.”

He presses his lips against mine again, but they’re gone far quicker than I’d like. We stand up right as my mom comes out of the house.

“Oh, hi, Aiden. On your way to work?” she asks, already starting to deadhead the flowers by the front door.

“Yeah, I’m about to leave. Just wanted to see how the flowers were coming along. Everything looks beautiful over here,” he says, staring right at me.

I smile at him and whisper, “Be careful today.”

“Always,” he whispers back. Then he adds, “Text me.”

He waves goodbye to my mom and shoots me a wink that sends a fresh flood to my panties before getting into his cruiser. I watch as he drives away, suddenly feeling very alone and sad.

I spend the rest of the morning helping my mom with her flowers, but my thoughts are all on Aiden. As soon as I can, I slip back into the house and grab my phone. I worry about coming off as too needy, but I can’t muster up the strength to not text. I want him. All of him. And he might as well know what he’s getting into because I have no desire to ever be without him again. I’ve been in love with Aiden for as long as I can remember. No one has ever even tempted me to look elsewhere.

I quickly write him a text and hit send before I overthink it.

How’s your day going?

There, is a nice simple text. Not an I’ve loved you forever and want to marry you right this second and have all your babies text, which would probably scare the living hell out of him and ensure I never see him again.

He doesn’t make me wait long for a reply.

Going okay. I keep thinking about how good you felt and tasted this morning. I shouldn’t miss you already, but I do.

A ridiculous grin lights up my face when I read his message. I quickly type out a reply.

I keep thinking about it, too. I’ve waited so long for you to kiss me. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve never been kissed before.

What? Are you being serious?

My face is burning hot when I reply Yes.

Why not? I know there’s no way in hell every boy you went to high school with didn’t try.

Every boy I went to high school with isn’t you, Aiden. I wanted it to be you.

My heart races as the seconds tick by and still no reply from him. I’ve just managed to convince myself that I’ve scared him away forever when his text comes in.

I wish I’d known, Hannah. I would have waited until I could take my time. I’m sorry, but I have to go. Come by later? I smile and type Definitely! Be safe, Aiden. 😉 Always. See you later.

I’m deliriously happy as I set my phone aside and flop down on my bed. I can’t wait until tonight, and for the rest of the day I manage to keep myself busy to help pass the time. It doesn’t work, but it’s better than just staring at the wall.

When it’s finally time for him to be getting home, I get a text from him that makes my heart jump and my pussy ache with need.

Come over.

I jump off my bed and sneak past my parents’ room and out the back door. This time instead of climbing the tree, I just follow the privacy fence around and walk into his backyard like a normal human being. He’s wearing the white t-shirt from under his uniform, and he’s changed into a pair of jeans, leaving his feet bare. He’s sitting back in one of the Adirondack chairs on his deck, drinking a beer.

When he sees me, his face breaks into a grin. I smile and run to him. Instead of taking the empty chair next to his, I straddle his lap and hug him, making him laugh as he sets down his beer and wraps his arms around me.

“I missed you,” I whisper against his neck, breathing in the delicious smell of him that’s already becoming so familiar to me.

“I missed you, too.”

His hands gently stroke my back. He smells so good, and his skin is so close that I can’t help but lick a line up his neck. His hands still for just a moment as I kiss along his jawline, and then he cups my face, bringing me to his lips, kissing me with a hunger equal to my own.

I arch my hips against him, groaning when I feel his hard cock dig into me. When I stop, he slides his hands down my back, slipping them easily beneath my short pajama shorts and cups my ass, moving me harder against him. I run my tongue along the roof of his mouth before giving his bottom lip a soft bite. My hips move faster against him, and I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a big wet spot on his jeans by the time I’m done.

Running my fingers along his face, I trace the line of his scar before sliding them down further to hold onto his strong shoulders. My tits press against his chest, but it’s not enough. I need more. I pull back long enough for me to rip my tank top off, and then I’m tugging at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.