“Good to know.”
I feel his hand on my other shoulder, and that strap is quickly off. Next, he places his hands on either side of my waist, and with the strength of ten men, he lifts me up and over his lap. “Straddle me, honey.”
I do it because, why wouldn’t I? I’m not an idiot. This is getting good, and there’s no way I want it to end just yet. As I’m sitting on his lap, his hands wrap around me and rest on my ass. “Scooch up.”
I do that, too, until my silky purple panties are pressed against rough denim. It’s the perfect combination. A win-win. I look him in the eye, wondering what he’s going to do next because, damn, this is getting good. But he pauses and asks, “This going too fast, Colette?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“You want to stop, say the word, and we stop.”
I laugh because I’m a little nervous.
“I mean it. We can back it right up to hand holding and moonlit walks.”
“Okay, Sam. I hear you. Let’s just see what happens tonight. If I chicken out at any point, I’ll let you know.”
“Good.”
And that’s when I see something change in him. His eyes are dark again. They look almost hungry. “I want to do everything to you, baby girl.” He kisses my chest, right above the top of my dress. Then his fingers slide up over my breasts until they’re touching that same edge. I feel the tug and look down as it slowly moves down over my bra. “Pretty bra.”
“Thanks.”
He reaches around in search of the hook. “It’s front closure.” My hands move up to the center. I pause for effect as he gazes down. As soon as I flick it open, I hear him take in a breath.
As slowly as possible, I pull the cups away and release the girls.
“Christ,” he growls. “Better than I imagined.” Glancing at me, he slides his hands up until they reach their destination. At first, it’s like he’s testing the weight of them. They’re heavy. And big. When his palms slide over the hard peaks, I let my head fall back.
“You like me playing with your tits, Colette?”
“Yes.” It comes out as more of a hiss.
I feel his mouth on my right breast, and now I have to see. I look down as he peeks up at me, and I swear, with the tip of my breast in his mouth, he smirks. There’s a little nibble or maybe a bite, which causes my head to fall back again. He moves to the other side and does the same thing. Meanwhile, I find myself squirming a bit. And scooting closer to his jeans until I’m pressed on top of his impressive hard-on.
Reaching up, I place one hand on each of his shoulders. Remember the ones I mentioned earlier? The ones I wanted to hang on while … well, I’m doing it while grinding on him.
It can’t be helped.
He releases my breast and says in a husky, sexy voice, “Want to fuck you sideways.”
Sideways? I’ve never tried that, or hell even heard of it.
“Want to take you on every goddamn surface in my place. Want to make you come so hard…”
Yes. Please.
“Can’t wait to taste that pussy of yours.”
It bears repeating.
Yes.Please.
His big hands find themselves on my ass again as he scoots down a little bit on the couch so that now I’m basically sitting on top of his dick still hidden behind a pair of jeans. He’s looking down at us. “Take off the dress.”
