I shrugged, but inside, I was on top of the world. “Sometimes when you meet the right person, you blossom. Or at least that’s what I like to believe.”
Sexual tension filled the cab of the truck like a balloon, ready to burst at any second. “I like that.”
“Come inside?” I asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Foster said, his eyes darkening as he stared at me.
As we walked inside, snow started to fall, little white flakes swirling around us as the wind blew. I flicked on the Christmas lights and illuminated the area, the house coming to life. Inside, I turned up the heat and lit a fire before pouring us each a glassof wine. “We can watch a movie.” I said as I sat beside him on the couch.
“Whatever you’d like,” he said as he slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I turned on the TV and flicked through the channels, settling on a movie calledChristmas with the Kranks. I’d seen it a bunch of times and it never got old.
Yet I wasn’t watching the screen. All I could think about was how close he was to me. How his musky, manly scent drew me in, his arm around my waist, holding me tight against him. I glanced down and saw his very noticeable hard on pressing against his jeans and I bite my lip and wiggled in my seat. It was no use. I wanted him.Now.
Foster removed the clip from my hair and watched as it tumbled down over my shoulders. He moved my hair to the side, exposing my neck to him, before licking, blowing cool air, and nipping, over and over, the pent-up passion ready to explode like a volcano.
I turned my head, wanting, seeking,needinghis mouth, and when our lips connected, the ground shook as our two worlds became one.
It was him.
It was always him.
I just had to wait for him.
Our kiss grew heated and before we ended up fucking on my couch, I broke our kiss and stood up, breathless and yearning.
“Follow me.”
Foster dutifully followed, his hands roaming over me as we walked, unable to keep to himself. When we finally reached my bedroom, I flicked on the lights and led him over to the bed.
I was taking charge tonight, whether or not Foster liked it.
Something told me he was going to like it.A lot.
I kissed him gently before lifting his shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor beside us.
He was like a book boyfriend come true.
Defined muscles from his biceps to his pecs, down to a washboard six pack stomach, and two perfect lines making the V shape. I stood in front of him and admired his godlike form, my fingers running over the muscles, feeling the hard plains and ridges.
“Wow,” I whispered under my breath and Foster chuckled, a low deep sound that vibrated directly where I needed it to- between my legs. “How is this real? How areyoureal?”
“Oh, I’m real, sweet girl. And I’m about to show justhowreal I am.” Foster covered my hands with his and dragged it down his torso, over his abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. “Touch me. Please.”
I swallowed over the sudden lump in my throat and unbuttoned his jeans.
This was gonna be fun.
I fell to my knees in front of him before unzipping his pants, looking up at him as I slowly pulled his jeans down his legs. His large erection pressed against the fabric of his boxers and I liked my lips, dying for a taste.
With one hand, I reached in and touched his stiff cock, taking it out of the fabric and admiring its sleek, hard form. I rubbed it up and down, fisting it in one hand and playing with his balls in the other. When I reached the top, I drew circles on the head with my fingers before closing my fist around it again and stroking downward. I repeated this over and over as I watched his head fall back, his stomach muscles clenching as he held back.
When I wrapped my lips around his dick, his eyes flew open and he grabbed the sides of my head with both hands. He guided me up and down his cock, my tongue swirling and sucking over the top and down the shaft, working the same motions I did with my hands.
Harder, faster, again and again. Foster’s hands tightened on the sides of my head, and I knew he was close. I wanted to taste him, to coax his orgasm out of him, and watch him fall apart.
He was close and just when I thought his hot seed would pour down my throat, he pulled his cock from my mouth, reached down and lifted me into his arms. He tossed me down onto the bed, pawing at my dress as he yanked the lower half up around my waist. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted me onto all fours before slapping my ass. His hands spread my legs apart, and his fingers pushed my panties to the side, his patience now gone.
“I’ve waited long enough.” Foster growled and the next thing I knew, he plunged deep inside me.
