She nods, we both grab some cushions, and sit on them cross legged. I explain the rules and after a few hands, I wonder if she was messin’ with me about not knowing how to play.
After winning again, she bounces to the kitchen and comes back with a jar of peanuts. “We need some form of currency. You owe me a hundred nuts.”
“Playing for me nuts?”
“Just deal.” She rolls her eyes but her gaze slips to my lips and lingers.
As black centers go wide, almost covering the sea of blue, I lean over and steal a kiss. It was meant to be short, an appetizer if you will, but she holds me in place and takes it deeper.
“I thought I was against the rules.”
“I’m off the clock.” I tug her onto my lap.
“You mean we can have sex now?”
Holy fook. Am I hearing things?“Yeah. I think that can be arranged.”
I want this woman. Something about her makes me think white picket fences, pushing blond-haired kids on swings, and more. When I make love with her, I’ll make sure she sticks.
Later, we can work out logistics. The most important thing is to claim her before she does something stupid and marries one of those ass-wipes her mother is pushing at her.
As I hug her to me, she feels perfectly right. Reminding me of earlier, when I unbuttoned her dress, she shudders. Then, blood drains from my brain directly to my willie. This time, I don’t direct him to back down. Instead, I lift her so she straddles me, her sweet butt resting on my hard want.
It’s the best kind of torture.
When her hands slide to the top of my short cut, she holds me prisoner to her kisses. In the past, such inexperience would’ve sent off warning bells. With her, it’s different. This is meant to be forever and I’m all in.
I kiss her softly at first, not wanting to scare her. Then, I tickle her lips with my tongue, and she opens, allowing me to explore.
We come up for air while she squirms on my lap, driving me mad.
“I never did this before.” She smiles shyly.
“Sex?”
“No, jeesh, I’m no virgin. I just never, you know, jumped into bed with someone I barely know.”
“If you want to stop, we can. I’ll just go out in the snow and roll around naked until me donga shrinks.”
She giggles and a soft palm slides across my rough beard. “Don’t. I want this. I want you.”
Thank fook.Slipping out from under her, I take her hand and walk her down the hall.
After the door lock clicks, I lay us down side to side and rest on my forearm. When my free hand cups her neck, she moves it to her breast. Even over her shirt and bra, tight nipples press up, increasing my hunger.
My fingers knead while I devour her mouth. Passions rise and I hold both hands over her head by the wrists. Instinctively, her legs spread, and wide eyes lower to my appendage.
Slow down, mate.
She’s different. We want her to remember us, to ruin sex with any other man forever. I want her knocking down my door in the middle of the night, begging me to make love to her.
She struggles so I let go of her hands. They travel over my abs and a moan escapes me. Never having felt so out of control before, it’s hard to slow down.
My tongue plunges the depths of her mouth, my hands drop to her ass cheeks and I pull her tight against my aching need.
We grind, stoking the flames of desire, as we kiss. Tired of fabric and wanting skin, I pull off her shirt. Her lacy see-through bra begs for me so I suck while I work the clasp behind her back. When it frees, I throw it to the floor and take her naked breast fully in my mouth.
Arching, she moans with her eyes closed, face close to ecstasy. I’ve never had a woman cum without me touching her clit and its wildly seductive. The caveman within shouts and my cock crams against my briefs.
