Page 9 of Willa

David

Willa meets me halfway, wrapping her arms around me just as I press my lips to hers. I groan because her taste is familiar, both sweet and tart. I take a step, then another and another, until she’s pressed against the wall.

I’m just as desperate for her now as I was four years ago. Maybe more so. I didn’t know I’d be giving up everything about her back then. I thought I’d still get to see her, get to talk to her.

I thought she’d move on. I was worried I’d regret it when she did, that she’d find some guy to be her first, someone else to date, someone else to marry. Those thoughts drove me crazy, but I would have preferred that over her never wanting to see me again.

I slide my hands down her waist, over her hips. When I feel the swell of her ass, she moans.

Fuck.

My body responds to the needy sound. Heat cascades down my spine and my dick stands at attention.

“I’m not going to say no this time,” I whisper against her lips. “If you don’t want this —”

“I do.”

Thank God.

I grip her waist and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. When my erection pressed into her hip, she makes a tiny whimper in the back of her throat. If my sister weren’t lurking somewhere in my condo, I’d take Willa right here against the wall.

Instead, I pull back. Willa blinks up at me, her eyes hazy with lust and confusion. I trace my thumb along her lower lip. Her mouth is wet and swollen from our kiss.

“I need you behind a closed door,” I say. “Or my sister might get an eye full.”

I’d texted Andie to stay in her room when we were on our way back up to the condo because I hadn’t found a way to address the elephant in the room. But now I’m glad I did, so she didn’t walk out when she heard our voices and catch me with my tongue down her best friend’s throat.

“Come with me?”

Willa’s throat works as she swallows, but then she nods. That one motion eases all the tension in my shoulders. I take her hand and lead her to my room, locking the door to block out any interruptions.

When I turn back to Willa, she stands in the middle of the room, biting her lower lip. I did this to her. I made her unsure. The last time I found her in my bedroom, she’d already been undressed. I smile as I realize that this time I get to watch every inch of her skin be revealed.

“Willa,” I whisper as I step closer.

Reaching up, I touch the earing dangling from her ear. When I trace my finger down her neck, she shivers. I cup her chin and lift her mouth before dipping down to taste her once again.

My plan was to take this slow, to relish every moment. But as soon as our tongues touch, the kiss turns hot and desperate. I tug at her clothes, pulling her shirt up and over her head before tossing it aside.

I’m right back on her, kissing her, touching her, until I feel the lace of her bra beneath my hands. I have to pull back. I have to see where she’s changed, where she’s the same.

“I’m not as fit as I was in high school,” she says.

It’s my turn to swallow because she’s incredible. I shake my head. “Don’t apologize, Willa. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect.”

“I’m not perfect,” she says.

I unbutton her pants and push them down her thighs until they pool at her feet. So many luscious curves.

“Perfect for me, then,” I mutter as I take her in.

“This is what happens when I fantasize about that night,” I say as I trace the low neckline of her bra.

“You fantasize about the most embarrassing night of my life?”

I nod. More often than I’m willing to admit to anyone, even Willa. “It wasn’t embarrassing to me. It was something I ended up regretting. I hoped you’d go have fun at college and come back and try again. I promised myself that the next time you offered, I’d accept. But you never offered again.”

I can see why — now. But it took a long time for me to accept that my choice had such long reaching consequences. Maybe if I’d explained that it was her age, she might have tried again. But in this moment, it’s hard to have any regrets, especially when she reaches back and unhooks her bra.

I hold my breath as I wait for the material to fall away and reveal what I’ve longed to see for four long years. The silky straps slip down her arms. The lace flutters to the floor and out of my vision, because nothing will tear my eyes away from Willa.

I stand in awe for a moment, taking in the large swells of her breasts and the dark pink nipples puckered in the center. Then she pushes her panties down and off. A deep groan rattles my chest as her tits jiggle and sway with each movement. She’s bare and so wet that the plump skin of her pussy glistens.

She stands with her head high. Her lips curve up when I lick my lips. At least I didn’t fully break her confidence. She has to realize how sexy she is, standing there naked. When I realize I’m still dressed, I tear off my T-shirt and shove my pants and underwear off in one move.

Willa’s eyes dart all over me as I move toward her. Once her gaze snags on my cock, it stays there. My dick jumps in response, as if he’s trying to show off or maybe reach for her.

When I’m close enough, I wrap my arms around her. When my bare skin presses against hers, my eyes roll back at the softness of her against me. Nothing has ever felt this good.

As I kiss her, I push forward, tipping us both onto the bed. We land with a bounce, and Willa laughs against my mouth. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed that sound until I heard it again.

I’m going to pull more giggles from her. I’m going to do things right this time. I’m going to give her the orgasm I should have four years ago and I’m going to offer her what I wasn’t ready for back then. I’m more than ready for it now.