Chapter Thirty Seven - My love?

Asher

Our night has been great thus far. Violet and Stuart have gone to bed. I think they had plans of their own tonight, and that’s why neither of them drank much. None of us drank much, to be honest, because we were having too much fun, even without it.

“You want to go onto the beach? We can reset the fire and take a blanket with us?” I suggest, looking down at her.

I was sitting on the sofa, Farrah laying down with her head on my lap.

“Yes,” She smiles.

Farrah got up, grabbing the blanket, and we headed out. The fire was still burning from earlier. We took a seat on the sand, close to the fire. Farah sitting between my legs, resting back against my chest. I slipped the blanket over us.

“Tonight has been perfect, babe, thank you,” She said, “I needed it,” She added.

“I know you did, my love,” I said, nuzzling her neck.

I then realised what I said. I called her my love. I think it is the first time I have called her that. I was hoping she wouldn’t mind, or even she didn’t pick up on it.

I have hated watching her go through hell at school. I know it is hurting more than what she has been showing to me. She doesn’t deserve any of it.

Farrah didn’t say anything about my slip up which I was glad about. I wrapped my arms tighter around her instead. I run my lips along her shoulders and her neck. She moans softly and turns to face me. She kneels between my knees. And my breath caught in my throat. She looked beautiful under the moonlight. I smiled, stroking her cheek. She closes her eyes and moves into my touch. I rest my other hand on the back of her neck, bringing her lips to mine and kissing her softly. Farrah smiles into the kiss. The kiss lasts only a minute.

“Asher, why, why are you looking?” She asked.

“Like what?” I ask.

“I don’t know. You have an unfamiliar look on your face,” she said.

I know why I was looking at her differently. I don’t know if I should tell her why. Will she run? Was it too soon? Does she feel the same?

“I love you, Farrah,”

I blurted the words out before I could even stop them. I was thinking about those words. I wasn’t supposed to say them aloud. I feel my entire body tense, nerves taking over me. I was scared in case I had just ruined everything, and her face wasn’t telling me much.

Suddenly, her entire face changes. I watch a smile grow on her lips, and she kisses me. It was only for a moment, though. She pulled away, resting her forehead to mine.

“I love you too, Asher,” She beams.

I don’t know if it was all too for us to be exchanging these words, but you can’t stop your feelings. The heart wants what it wants, right?

“You do? I thought you were going to freak out and tell me I was crazy and that it was all too soon,” I babbled on.

Farrah giggles, kissing me to stop me from talking. It worked because I was soon distracted by her lips. She whimpers, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing herself closer to me. I groan, dropping the blanket from around us and slip my arms around her.

I turn us around, laying her down on the blanket, our lips staying connected as I did. I only wanted to be close to her, nothing more. Farrah didn’t seem to mind. I ran my hand up her leg, grabbing her thigh and bringing it around my hip. Farrah ran her fingers through my hair, tugging at it roughly before tracing her fingers down my back and over my ass, grabbing it.

Farrah parted her lips from mine, her breathing heavy.

“I think we need to stop because I am getting excited,” She pants out, “And I am still not ready for sex,” She adds.

“Yes, I am too, which you can probably feel,” I chuckle, “But, I do like that I can excite you,” I added, smirking.

“Do not look so smug, Mr Hard,” Farrah states, laughing loudly.

“Oh, dirty girl,” I laugh, kissing her.

The moment my lips touched hers, something takes over. She became very eager, her other leg coming around my body, and she grinds up against me. I thought she wanted to stop.

“Farrah, I thought you wanted to stop?” I mumble into her lips.

Farrah pulls away from my lips. I open my eyes, looking down at her, and she was looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes pooling with what looks like want or lust?

“I changed my mind. I need something, anything, because I can’t take this feeling anymore. I need, um, release, but not full-on sex,” Farrah said, her voice stern at the last line.

“Are you sure?” I ask, and she nods, “then OK, I can sort that for you,” I added.

“Mmm, yes, please do,” She announces, “But not here, inside,” She adds.

I wouldn’t do it out here, not the first time around, because it can get uncomfortable when sand gets into places it shouldn’t be. I nod, stealing one last kiss before getting to my feet.

I offer her my hand, which she takes, and I help her to her feet. I bring her close.

“I do love you, Farrah,” I smile, stroking her hair.

“I know, and I love you too,” She states.

I grab the blanket, and we make our way inside, heading to our room. I just hope she is ready for this and not only because she is caught up and turned on. I know it isn’t sex, but still, all of this is new to Farrah, so, naturally, she will be nervous.

“Farrah, are you sure you want this?” I question as we walk into our bedroom.

She turned to me but didn’t speak any words. Instead, she brought me into her, covering my lips with hers. She walked back towards the bed, laying down and taking me with her.

“I am positive. I can’t take it anymore,” she said honestly, “I didn’t know what being excited in this way felt like until you,” She adds.

“Mmm, OK then,” I said.

I will happily help her. I can’t even imagine what she feels since she hasn’t done anything this before. I get sexually frustrated if I don’t have anything for like a week, but I have pushed all that aside since Farrah because I wouldn’t put that pressure on her. I had other means of sorting things, and I don’t think that is something Farrah has ever tried either.

“Just be gentle, OK?” She whispers.

“I promise,” I smile, kissing her, “I wouldn’t be any other way with you, my love,” I added.

I will take my time, and that way, if she changes her mind, it will be easy for her to do so, and I can stop. I was excited to pleasure her. I hope she enjoys it too.