"Are you sure?"
“Right now. Right here. I'm yours. Right now, all I want is you." I ran my fingers through his hair until they reached the short ends in the back. I pulled him in for a kiss, lightly tugging in his bottom lip with my with my teeth.
Justin’s eyes went wide with excitement. Slowly he reached his hand out to touch my knee before moving the rough tips of his fingers down my thigh. His chest was rising and falling with each quick, short breath he took, until his finger slid over my warmth.
“Farrah,” his voice constricted.
“Please, Justin,” I begged, needing him to move his fingers. Once he slipped one then two inside me I lost all thought and cried out. I didn’t know what I was saying but I knew I was begging him. I didn’t want this to ever end. He began pumping his fingers in and out as his free hand pushed my other leg back, opening me up completely to his view. The naughtiness of what we were doing sent me over the edge.
The heavy-lidded eyes that stared up at me slowly widened in excitement as she watched me strip down.
My hands trembled as I reached into the pocket of my jeans to grab the condom I’d gotten out of my glove compartment. God, what was she doing to me?
"Really?" She giggled.
"What can I say? I'm always prepared." I gave her a quick wink along with a mischievous smirk.
“Can I do it?” Farrah asked in a husky, satisfied voice that only made my dick throb harder. I’d made her feel that good. I’d put that tone in her voice.
“What, the condom?” I asked, holding myself over her as I went to kiss her swollen lips. I needed a taste.
“Yes,” she replied against my mouth.
Chuckling, I slipped the small foil package into her hand. “Only because I can’t tell you no. Just do it quick, please.”
“Does it hurt? I mean, you know, to put one on?” she asked as I moved back, kneeling between her legs.
“Not the way you think. I’ll enjoy it. I promise.”
A naughty twinkle in her eyes had me groaning in frustration. Damn, she was going to drive me crazy. She reached out and the first touch of her soft hands almost had me losing it right there. I wanted to watch her but I knew I couldn’t. I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Closing my eyes tightly I fisted my hands and waited, trying hard not to think about what she was doing. I was biting my lip so hard, I was surprised to find that it was bleeding.
Once the condom was completely on I snapped my eyes back open and grabbed both of Farrah’s hands, pressing them up over her head with one of mine and panted while staring down at her.
“Give me a minute,” I explained in a tight voice, trying desperately to hold it together. I had to calm down. She needed me to go slow.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck and drew in a long breath. This was my Farrah. My Pigeon. This moment was one I’d fantasized about for months with Farrah. It was something I never thought I’d have. Another tremble went through me and Pigeon turned her head to kiss the side of my face.
“I want this, Justin. I want this with you.”
Those were definitely words I’d never expected to hear.
Shifting, I released her hands and held myself over her with each hand planted firmly beside her head. I couldn’t speak. Words were impossible. I kissed her softly before lowering my body until I was in position.
Her soft gasp as I pressed inside her tight warmth caused me to pause. Fuck, this was hard. She was so tight, so hot, I needed in.
When she lifted her hips to press me further inside I shuddered and sank in until I felt the barrier I knew was going to be painful for her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
"It's okay." She whimpered, rocking against me. "Please... Don't stop."
Covering her mouth with mine I pressed further with one hard thrust. The small cry against my mouth caused me to still instantly. I began kissing her gently. Anything to get her mind off the pain. She slowly started to rock against me and I knew any restraint I had was gone. I was inside Farrah. Finally.
I woke to my phone alerting me of a text I had received. I ignored it and instead used it to check the time. 12:57 A.M.. The moonlight just barely lit up the room through the tule curtain hanging around the window.
Farrah was still sleeping. I smiled lazily when I rubbed my eyes and saw her bareback. The bedsheets covered her lower half.
She looked immaculate in the dim light. The soft light showing all the curves and contours of her back. Her hair was splayed out all over the white pillow. I couldn't help myself. I reached for my phone and snapped a picture quickly. I laid on my side, my head propped up by my elbow.
My eyes trailed from the small of her back, up her spine, and to her neck. I frowned when I saw the just barely noticeable scar that ran the length of her shoulder blade. I hadn't noticed at first, but I had my teeth clenched. I relaxed.
I gingerly traced the long lasting mark she had indented into her skin. Farrah slightly moved at the feel of my soft touch.
I swear if someone ever tries to lay a hand on her again, I'll hurt them so bad that they'll end up in the ICU.
I caressed her shoulder with my thumb leaving soft kisses down her back. She shivered, but had yet to wake from her deep sleep. I watched as Farrah took a deep breath in and let it out.
She was so perfect. I didn't even deserve her, but neither did anyone else.
I mentally thanked Allie for having properly introduced her foster sister to me. She introduced me to my own sort of drug that I just couldn't get enough of even when I tried to quit.
I slowly crept my hand up her arm that was up close to her hear. I stopped at the back her hand and intertwined our fingers, squeezing softly.
Call it what you will: love... lust... Infatuation... I'll stick with love.
I found and caught my own Pigeon. And you can bet all the money in the world that I won't ever let her go.
I moved close enough so that her back was against my hard chest. I slipped a hand under the cover and grabbed her hip, maneuvering her closer to me. She could never be too close. A thin sheet was sandwiched in between out bodies. Farrah rolled over onto her side. I stretched my hand across her stomach and up to her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips. I smiled, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulders.
I removed my hand from her body reluctantly, and covered her with the sheets. I would trade everything I owned just to keep this moment going, but all good things must come to an end.