"Mine," I asserted, a low growl in my voice as I gently slid my teeth over her wrist. I felt her pulse quicken, and I lightly licked the spot, savoring her subtle sweetness.
There was an undeniable, intense connection between us. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it defied explanation.
Being in her presence was a chaotic mix of overwhelming intensity and exhilarating delight.
"Here we go," Rick announced, breaking the spell. We leaned back as he set down plate after plate of food. The small table became comically overloaded with an absurd amount of breakfast.
I couldn't help but laugh as Sheryl smiled, reaching for the syrup and digging in.
"I'm completely stuffed."
"Lightweight," Sheryl quipped as we walked out of the cafeteria.
I clutched my stomach and chuckled, following behind her and taking her hand. I couldn't believe she had out-eaten me.
I smiled at her and gently squeezed her hand. She didn't pull away as we walked back to the garage in comfortable silence.
When we arrived, I saw her car already in the shop, with my friend under the hood. I had written up a work order for him and left it on the counter before we left so they would know what to address.
I just needed to get her here this morning, and now I needed to make her stay.
"When will my car be ready? I have an appointment." She pulled her hand from mine and crossed her arms, avoiding my gaze.
"Does that appointment involve you getting married?"
She snapped her head up, giving me a stern look. "That's none of your concern. I don't have to explain myself to you. I don't even know you." She started to look away, but I moved in front of her and gently held her jaw so she couldn't look anywhere else but into my eyes.
"Don't pretend you don't feel this too, Sheryl."
"Feelings aren't relevant here. We don't always get what we want, Dr Davies."
The way she spoke my name sounded laced with regret. "Fine. You want to pretend? So can I." With that, I took her arm and gently guided her inside the shop to the room at the back. Once we were inside, I closed the blinds and locked the door.
Turning around, I saw Sheryl had her arms crossed again, and she looked visibly upset. "You can unlock that door. I'm not doing anything with you."
I approached her slowly, making my intentions clear.
"I'm sorry, but the work on your car isn't free."
Her eyes widened in shock. "You're the one who caused the problem."
"Payment is due, Sheryl. It's time to settle up."
"Go to hell, Dr. Davies I'm not a plaything."
She uncrossed her arms and made fists at her hips.
She was clearly angry, and I found it captivating. The fight in her intensified my resolve. It was clear that with her, I had to be direct, and I was willing to do that for her.
Standing in front of her, I gently guided her body closer to mine.
I took her upper arms and lifted her onto the desk, holding her there. "You're not a plaything, Sheryl. You're very important and significant to me.
And when I say it's time to settle up, that means you're going to allow me to help you cum and moan for me."
I heard her inhale sharply, with a slight tremor. She was responding to my hot words.
I leaned over her more and gently encouraged her to recline onto the desk, her legs hanging over the edge.
Once she was settled, I straightened up and moved my hands to the waistband of her jeans. When I reached for the button, she reached out and tried to stop my hand.
I gently moved her fingers away and continued, unbuttoning her jeans and taking hold of the top. Before I pulled them down, I looked up into her eyes and watched her reaction as I slowly slid her jeans and undergarments down her hips, past her thighs, and pushed them to her knees.
I kept my eyes locked on hers, and I ran my hands up her warm, soft thighs, watching as she bit her lip.
She looked nervous, as if she were close to telling me to stop.
"Are you going to try to tell me no?"
She closed her eyes when I gently placed the palm of my hand over her bare skin and just rested it there, allowing the warmth of my hand to meet her skin. I didn't move; I just waited for her response, feeling her warmth on my palm.
"Sheryl?"
She opened her eyes, and they were slightly unfocused. She was affected by all of this, even if she didn't want to admit it. After a second, she swallowed and licked her lips. "I've never done anything like this before."
"I've never done anything quite like this either, darling." I leaned down and gently kissed her bare stomach where her shirt had come open. "It's been so long since I've truly connected with someone, I'm not sure I know how anymore. Besides, any thought of anyone else left my mind the day you walked into my shop."
I felt her laugh nervously as I kissed her tummy and brushed my beard across her delicate skin. Seeing my calloused hands against her creamy skin reminded me of how different we were.
But that didn't matter right now. All that mattered now was that I was getting to experience something truly special.
"That's not what I mean, Dr Davies." I felt her tense against me, and I looked up into her eyes. She looked almost scared.
"What do you mean?" I sat up but left my hands on her body, hoping to calm her with my touch.
She bit her lip again and then took another deep breath. "I hadn't experienced anything intimate before yesterday. Nothing. I'm a virgin."
I think my jaw dropped at the same time my heart swelled with a powerful ache in my chest.
She was so incredibly beautiful. I had expected her to have a history of relationships.
But to know I was the first to truly connect with her made me want to celebrate loudly and declare my intentions. She was an undiscovered territory, and I wanted to be its devoted guardian.