Not My Neighbor by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Twelve

Blake

“Mine,” I tell her and myself again, eventually moving up from my sitting position and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips.

I’ll never grow tired of hearing it. Never grow tired of seeing her perfect face and feeling her perfect body under my touch.

I run a thick finger gently in circles around her twitching hole, thumbing her clit ever so slightly as she continues to twitch and shudder herself.

A fitting climax for my queen and a reward well-earned for my own patience.

I’ve staked my claim and now we both know how things really stand between us.

Without a word, only a lengthy kiss, it’s clear to her as well as to me that we’re a team now.

Together, the two of us. No matter what.

The sound of the mower and hedge trimmer dies down too in time with our own winding down.

Mark the lawn guy is under strict instructions not to bother me or Krystal. He’s got a fistful of money for his efforts and I trust it’ll buy his silence too. But time will tell.

Krystal’s spent, I can see that. But for me, I could just eat her up all day and then some.

My own hardness is as insistent as ever, but the urgency has been dialed back a notch.

I know she’ll be mine now, I’ve staked my claim. Licked the envelope that has my name on it.

Kissing her again I tell her I’ve paid the man outside to do his work, I can see she’s fretting about it somewhere in the back of her mind.

The part that hasn’t been blown out the top of her head.

I lift her up off the counter and set her on my lap, cupping some more of her chest in my free hand which she doesn’t seem to mind.

But there is something bugging her, I can tell.

“What is it?” I ask gently in her ear, kissing it after I speak. Figuring she might just be a little stiff from being laid out on the counter like that, but I really couldn’t help myself.

“This is complicated,” she begins. And I figure she means me being the neighbor she thinks I’m supposed to be.

“Krystal, wait,” I start. Deciding I have to tell her everything now. Before we go any further.

I can’t claim her if she doesn’t know who I really am, I won’t have her worrying about a thing and I sure as hell won’t ever keep anything from her ever again.

“No. Blake, please. I have something to say,” she interrupts me. Her hands pressing into my chest. Her eyes pleading with me to let her go first.

Don’t say I didn’t try to tell you. I’ve been trying to tell you since yesterday. Kind of.

“What is it?” I ask, concerned now. Worried she might have a secret way bigger, way worse than mine which is really more of a misunderstanding than anything else.

“I’ve never been with anyone before,” she finally manages. “I’m a virgin, Blake,” she says quietly, looking down and flushing red with shame.

Opening my mouth, she beats me to it again.

“I know you could have any girl you want and probably have. Any woman. Anyone. All you would have to do is—” she starts, almost ranting, but I stop her this time with my kiss.

It’s a long, tender kiss. A kiss I hope explains a lot more than what I tell her.

“Now. First things first,” I begin. “I’m only interested in one girl. One young woman,” I tell her firmly.

“And you’re wrong if you think I’m some Casanova type, blazing a trail of spent and used women across the continent,” I add, feeling a little hurt that she’d have that impression about me.

She looks up at me, her eyes misty and her lower lip starting to quiver.

Sensing she thinks I’m angry I hold her close and kiss her hair, her neck, and finally her lips again.

“Don’t you see, Krystal? I’m relieved more than anything if you’ve never been with anyone. It means I’ll be your first which is just perfect,” I tell her, watching her reaction as her eyes widen a little and she sniffs away her negative emotions.

“It’s not a bad thing at all. It’s very, very good,” I croon into her ear. My hands find her chest again and she purrs softly but stops me short of unbuttoning her pajama shirt.

“I mean… I just figured you’d want a girl who knew how to do stuff.” She muses.

“You seemed to cope just now,” I tell her, smiling. Sliding a hand between her legs and making her shiver before she covers herself with her flimsy robe.

I get it, she wants to talk now. Playtime’s over.

For now.

I guess when I do claim her properly, it should be, it will be somewhere more interesting than her dad’s kitchen counter.

“I couldn’t help myself just now, Krystal.” I remind her, gently taking her hand and running it up and down my shaft through my pants.

She sucks in a sharp breath, moaning again as she fights and loses the short battle with herself.

The trial in her mind trying to stop her from wanting to see it. To feel it and to explore my manhood.

“You’re not making this any easier,” she says, not taking her eyes off my tent pole, but running both hands up and down it now, making little sounds like she’s never been more ready to take things to the next level.

My own hand moves to my zipper, and in a moment I’ve freed my cock for her to see and touch.

We both moan loudly as her cool hands grip the hot stiffness of my erection straight away.

Her tiny fingers run the clear and free flowing lube around the plum shaped head, which swells in size under her touch.

“Oh my,” she gasps. “It’s… incredible…”

I stroke her hair back, letting my eyes close as she starts to instinctively pump my rod.

A little awkwardly at first, but with both hands and another thick bead of my precome, she’s making an ‘O’ shape with her mouth, thrilled at the sensation as much as I am.

“My turn now,” she coos. And I know what she has in mind, but as much as I want it.

It’s not what I really want.

“Wait,” I gasp, slowing her hands with mine, basking in her touch for a moment before she pouts.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asks, concern on her face she might have done something wrong. I only shake my head and smile.

“Oh no, you’re not doing anything wrong,” I inform her. “Far from it,” I groan.

“Then what?” she asks, trying to keep eye contact, but the beast is out now and all her attention is on what we both know she needs.

“I mean, that this and everything in it is for you. Here,” I explain, gently touching her smooth mound under her robe.

She lets out a low breath, and between her hands and my fingers, we almost make a liar out of me and my plans for our first time after all.

“I want to come inside you, Krystal. I need to, that’s how you’ll really be mine and I’ll really be yours. Forever,” I tell her.

She stops, thinking as hard as my twitching member right now, but she agrees.

“I don’t want anyone else, Blake. And this all just feels so right…” she says, but there’s a tone of doubt at the end of her words.

“But?” I ask. Easing her hands off me as I cover her back up, leaving my rod out for some air though.

“But we don’t have to do everything in one morning, do we?” she asks, looking down again, biting her lip as if to doubt her own question.

“Not if you don’t want to,” I tell her truthfully.

“As long as I can touch you, as long as you know how bad I want you now. As long as I know you’re mine,” I tell her. Knowing that’s all I really want. The rest will come when she’s ready.

And sooner than later by the look in her eye.

“I do want you here though,” I admit, flexing my cock and using one hand to hold it towards her, feeling it swell as she gasps.

“I want you to come on my dick like you came on my face, and then fill you with my seed,” I growl, feeling that uncontrollable urge again.

“Fill me with our babies,” she murmurs absently, a smile playing on her lips to match my own.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I tell her, kissing her hard until we both groan for a different reason.

Her cell chiming and we both know who it is.

“You’d better get that,” I caution her. Knowing I’ve skipped telling her again, and now her dad’s gonna want to know what happened with yard guy. I just know it and so does Krystal.

She answers with as much chirp as she can muster, but there’s something different about her already.

Her voice has changed a little and she’s holding herself in another way as she stands.

She’s about to become a real woman, is what.

My woman.

All for me.