I remove my helmet from her, then reach up and rip her sunglasses off. “Take this shit off!” I didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, and I feel like an asshole when she flinches. I pull her against me and cup the side of her face. “Sorry, I just don’t want any part of you hidden when you’re with me, not when everything about you is perfect, Em.” By the small smile she gives me it was clearly the right thing to say. Her beautiful ice blue eyes focus slightly to my left while her soft hands find my face, her fingers tracing my features like always when we talk. It’s her way of seeing me, and if I was being honest, for a girl who couldn’t see, she saw me far better than anyone else ever has. Reaching up, I encircle her wrist and turn my face to kiss the palm of her hand.
“This was a very good idea, Ryder Jameson.”
“I know, Emily Michaels.” She giggles her cute little giggle, which brings a smile of my own. Something that never used to happen until her.
“Any word on Florida yet?” she asks, bringing up where I plan to go to college, a subject that I always try to avoid. And no matter how hard she tried to hide it there was no denying the sad note to her voice.
“Not yet. I’m going to meet Mrs. Johnson tomorrow, but with my grades and her knowing the dean, she figures it will work out.”
It’s something I should be fucking ecstatic about. All I’ve ever wanted is to get out of this fucking place and make something of myself. To prove to everyone that I’m more than the trash who raised me. Yet lately, leaving isn’t all that appealing as it once was. Actually, the very thought of not seeing this girl in front of me every day, to touch her or kiss her, brings on a panic I don’t want to think about.
With her hands framing my face, Emily leans in and rests her forehead on mine. “I’m going to miss you, Ryder, but I’m proud of you and I know that no matter where you go you will succeed.”
She says shit like this often, she holds me in too high regard. I have often wondered if her feelings for me would be different if she could see. Would she see what all the others see? I have no problem getting chicks, never have, even the bitches from her social circle. But with Emily, she has no idea what I look like. She doesn’t want me for my looks; she doesn’t see the kid who grew up poor and from the wrong side of the tracks. Knowing that, it makes me feel shit I don’t want to feel, but, like always, I’m helpless against it. I’m helpless against her.
Not wanting to say something I may regret, I move in and take her mouth in a way that’s hot and desperate. She’s only caught off guard for a second before she moans and matches my every stroke, giving just as good as she gets. Her sweet taste explodes on my tongue and rushes through my veins. I swear I could kiss this girl every second of every day and never tire of it. I cup her ass to bring her in as close as I can, but it’s not enough. Unzipping her jacket, I pull it down and remove it from her body. I break the kiss to trail my lips down the slender column of her throat.
“Mmm, Ryder.”
Jesus, the way she moans my name is enough to make me come in my pants. I have not been without pussy for this long, since before my first fuck. When I have an itch I scratch it, and finding willing participants is not a problem. But for the last three months it has been me, my right hand and the image of the girl in front of me. I have been treading carefully, not wanting to push her. Other than some heavy kissing, and groping on my part, that’s as far as I have taken her, but right now it’s time to take her to the next level. I want her to come apart for me. I want to show her what her body is capable of.
Slipping my hand under her sweater, I coast it up her smooth, toned stomach and cup the heavy weight of one of her perfect tits. Feeling her nipple strain under the thin lace of her bra, I roll it between my thumb and forefinger with enough pressure that makes her gasp and whimper before grinding down on my aching cock. I groan at the pressure then start pulling up her sweater. “Lift your arms, baby.”
She stills and bites her bottom lip, unsure. “Out here? What happens if someone sees us?”
“No one comes out this way, especially at this time of day.” Leaning in, I press a reassuring kiss to her lips. “I promise, Em, I’m not going to let anyone see what’s mine.” And that’s the fucking truth. It’s hard enough for me at school, to see the wandering eyes as she walks past and not take them out. After another second of debate, she finally relents and lifts her arms, allowing me to slip her sweater over her head, unveiling the best set of tits I’ve ever seen covered in black lace. With my heart pounding in anticipation, I flick the front clasp of her bra and reveal her to my stare. And fuck me, is she a sight.
“Ryder?” The soft, unsure sound of my name draws my attention up to her face. A slight blush stains her cheeks as she waits for me to do something.
It’s easy to forget sometimes that she can’t see me and know what I’m doing unless I’m touching her or talking to her. “Sorry, Em, just got caught up in the view.”
Her cheeks turn pinker and her expression remains unsure. I quickly realize she doesn’t understand what I’m saying. “You’re fucking perfect, Emily.” Her worry softens, a shy smile now gracing her pretty face. Not wanting her to think, just feel, I reach up and cup both of the firm, round globes in my hands then lean down and take one of her pink, stiff nipples in my mouth.
She gasps and arches, her fingers spearing into my hair with a firm grip that shoots to my cock. “Oh god.”
I’ve never had another girl respond like she does, her body is so sensitive to my every touch and I fucking love it. I also love knowing that I’m the only one to touch her like this, because the thought of anyone else doing it makes me see red.
I take turns going back and forth between each tight tip, her body writhing against me as she tries to get closer, and it has me craving to bring her more. To bring her to highs she’s never known.
I coast my hand down her toned stomach until I reach the button of her jeans. She stiffens as I undo them and I pull back to gauge her expression. Her bronzed complexion is flushed with arousal and need, but her expression is hesitant. “Let me touch you, Em, just with my fingers, nothing else. I want to make you feel good, baby.” I keep my hand where it is and wait for her approval, fucking praying she says yes. A second later she nods her permission.
Leaning in, I kiss her lush mouth before slipping my hand into her panties. “Ah fuck,” I groan, ready to blow my load when I feel her soaked and bare. Shit, I did not expect her to be bare. I slide my fingers through her wet slit, grazing over her swollen nub before making my way to her entrance. A low growl erupts from my throat as I enter a single finger into the hottest, tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.
“Oh god, Ryder!” she cries out, her legs clamping around my arm to keep my hand trapped inside of her.
“Easy, Em, I got you, baby.” I pry her legs apart and start pumping my finger in and out of her hot, wet heat. Her cries and moans fueling me with a need I’ve never felt before. I grind my teeth, trying not to lose control, and remind myself this is about her and not me, but fuck is it hard. Especially when all I can think about is how good it would feel to have this surrounding my cock, instead of my finger. Her hips begin rocking to the thrust of my finger, taking the pleasure she craves. “That’s it, Em, take my finger, baby.”
Her breathing speeds up with her impending climax. “God, Ryder, it feels so good. But I need- I need…” She trails off and I know she doesn’t understand what she needs, but I do.
Keeping the momentum of my finger, I lean down and take one of her beaded nipples into my mouth again, grazing it with enough pressure to send her over the edge. Her pussy clamps down on my finger as she explodes. I lean back to look at her soft, innocent face, watching her expression twist with pleasure as her cries and moans fill the silent air around us. I didn’t think she could get any more beautiful but I was wrong.