“Holy mother—fucking—Jeez, Daphne. Get inside.” He had a bouquet of roses in his hand that he almost dropped as he rushed her through the door, and quickly closed it behind him. Once the door was closed, he leaned back against it and looked his fill.
Daphne was very glad that she hadn’t changed. She reached up and fluffed her hair, so that her breasts rose and then jiggled as they moved back into place. She watched in fascination as his cock began to swell behind his pants. Her pussy clenched and moistened at the memory of him pushing inside her.
Finally his eyes lifted from her body and he walked over to her. He held up the roses. “I missed you.”
“You missed me?” She raised a hand to her mouth as the last word came out as a squeak. She wanted to kick herself. Her plan was to be calm and collected next time she saw him so that he wouldn’t think she was pining for him.
“Of course I missed you.” He walked her into the kitchen and set the flowers on the table. He had been to Grams' house before, so he knew the layout of the house. He walked back to her and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and melted against his body. He was wearing an Ambrosia High Football t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He smelled liked aftershave, his body wash, and a scent that was unique to Trent. She couldn’t take a deep enough breath. He pulled back to place a kiss on her forehead and she loosened her hold on him.
“I missed you too.” She moved to wrap her arms around his neck and tilted her head up for his kiss, which he willingly gave.
Trent slanted his lips over hers as he gripped her ass and pulled her flush against his erect cock. His tongue didn’t allow for any question of who was in control. He stroked every corner and made her moan into his mouth. His lips were demanding and firm over hers, his hands unyielding, almost bruising as he held on.
Daphne felt her pussy lips become coated in moisture and her clit throbbed for his touch. She was about to wrap a leg around his waist when he ripped his lips away. She released her hold and he took two steps back so that there was space between them.
“Wow. I’m sorry. I didn’t come here for that.” His breathing was harsh and rapped. He placed his hands on his hips.
She crossed her arms under her breasts, feeling slightly rejected. “I wasn’t complaining.” He must have seen the look on her face because he instantly closed the space, placing his hands on her elbows.
“Baby, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to come over and see you, and clear the air on some things. And then maybe later we would be doing that. But, if not, then I’m fine with that too. Damn it, I’m rambling. Rambling.” He pushed one hand through his hair, making the wet ends stand on end.
“Trent, it’s okay. I’m fine. We’re fine.” She bit down on her lip as she looked up into his eyes.
“We? Is there a “we”?” He moved his hands from her elbows to rest on her waist.
“I would really like there to be a “we”.” Daphne once again took her lip between her teeth as she looked down. She didn’t want to see his eyes if he ran away screaming. He didn’t move or say anything for a few moments and she her heart began to race.
She almost turned away, but then he placed his finger under her chin and brought her gaze up to his. “Daphne, I would love it if there was an us. I just didn’t want to scare you away. You ran away from me all those years ago. Hell, you keep running away from me. I just don’t want to keep watching your retreating back.” He slid his hand more firmly underneath her chin and brought his head down to hers.
She opened her mouth on a sigh and gave into all the feelings she had built up over the last few days. She had never felt like this before. No man had ever made her feel like Trent did. With her lips parted, Trent easily slipped his tongue inside her mouth. It was a quick kiss but her knees were shaking when he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers.
“Baby, I would love nothing more to take you upstairs but I can’t do that here. Not in Grams’ house, I have way too much respect for that woman.”
“Respect or fear?” Daphne laughed as Trent contemplated.
“Hey now, I have no doubts that she could beat me if she wanted to.” They stood there laughing for a moment, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. Trent looked up and noticed her food on the table.
“Did I interrupt your dinner?”
She shrugged her shoulder. “Yes. But I don’t mind.”
“I do. Has it been a long time since you ate?” He stepped away and then ushered her into her chair. She blushed at his question and he rolled his eyes. After he checked the temperature of the food, he stuck it in the microwave and refilled her drink. He ignored all of her protests as he made his way around the kitchen.