Page 9 of The Vow

“Sorry, baby, I’m sorry, I’m just so looking forward to this-”

“Carmelo, me, too. I’m so glad you respected my boundaries and waited. I knew you were the kind of guy who would be willing to wait for me…” She stroked his face, his hair.

He wanted to feel her nails raking down his spine, not the soft little petting strokes she was doing now. Patience, he urged himself.

“Yes, I… it was important for me to ensure we were both ready…” he said. “But, baby, I need this now really bad-”

She giggled. Her fingers were playing with the waistline of his jeans. But she wasn’t making any moves to undo them. Fuck fuck fuck. He was going to blow so soon. She started undoing his shirt buttons, one by one. She kissed the inch of skin that was exposed as she went. It was cute. But he didn’t want cute, he wanted depraved.

Carmelo was getting impatient. This was sweet cinnamon and vanilla. He wanted to add spice, to rip his shirt off and snap his jeans open and sink into her sweet little pussy-

His hands went to her top. He pulled it off over her head. He got a swift glimpse of juicy boobs in a lacy bra. She let out a little gasp, and pulled her hands immediately down to cover her chest.

“Can we turn the lights off?” she asked.

“What? Why baby?” Carmelo tried to open her arms, hold her hands, peel them back from her chest. Her boobs looked fantastic in the fresh white bra she was wearing.

“I don’t want you to see.”

He laughed. “I want to see everything and more,” he joked.

She bit her lip and pulled at the sheets. “Carmelo…”

He realized from her tone she wasn’t joking. “Alright, if it makes you feel more comfortable, of course we’ll turn the light off. But there is one thing I want you to see first-”

His hands went to his waist and he snapped open his jeans. He wasn’t waiting another hour or so for her to finally fondle him softly down there. He was getting naked.

“Carmelo, I have seen a dick before,” she said dryly.

“I just want to ensure you are okay with this,” he said, realizing she was misinterpreting. “I’m not just showing you my dick, it’s because I want you to be comfortable with-”

“What isthat?” she suddenly shrieked, eyes widening as she looked down.

Carmelo followed her gaze to his hard, big, throbbing, pierced cock. “Prince Albert.”

She looked horrified. “Why… what… how?”

Carmelo felt stung and caught off guard by her reaction. “It’s pierced. It won’t hurt you, it will just feel a bit different, in fact you might like it-”

“I… don’t know what to say, I don’t think I…”

Carmelo felt his cock withering alongside his confidence and his desire. “What do you mean?”

“Why, in God’s name, would you have had that done? Was it years ago, when you were young, a drunken mistake or-”

“No, it’s recent. I got it done because I wanted it done.” Carmelo felt defensive suddenly. Like he didn’t want to explain himself to her.

“Okay, well I’m willing to see how we go with it,” she said slowly, and eyed it with mistrust.

Carmelo pursed his lips and tried to get back into his vibe.

He tried to push her down gently onto the bed, climbed in between her legs, and separated her thighs.

“Lights, Carmelo,” she nagged.

“Right,” he snapped, pulling away and batted the side light off tersely.

And at that moment, his phone rang. Saved by the bell, he thought wryly. He pulled it out his pocket and it was Colt. Prez of the local MC, the Black Coyotes. One of his best friends. Carmelo staggered into the bathroom to take the call. He snapped the light on, then stood there, and felt his heart beating in his chest.