The sun is setting now, so sitting on the deck on the new furniture seems like the thing to do. Maybe there I can broach the subject about sleeping in the bed.
God, why am I so unsure about this?
When I step out onto the deck, she’s leaning on the railing, sipping her wine. I can’t decide if I should sit down or go over and stand next to her.
Get a fucking grip, Griffin.
Opting for the furniture, I sit, grabbing my water bottle on my way down.
“This is so beautiful,” she says with a sigh. “I could get used to this.”
Okay. Now we’re getting somewhere. Should I ask her to move in again or let her work through this on her own?
I stay silent.
Like a pussy.
“You know what else I could get used to?”
“No.” It comes out as more of a croak.
She doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she sets her wineglass down and steps between my legs. Next, she leans forward, placing her hands on my shoulders. Then she does the most amazing thing. She crawls over my lap, straddling me. “This.” Her head dips, and when our lips meet, I let her take the lead. Her tongue touches my lower lip, then my upper lip. I open for her since she asked so nicely.
The kiss starts off slow, but in no time, we’ve got our hands in each other’s hair and she’s pressing her center into my dick.
It’s fucking awesome.
“In bed. Now,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her from our seated position.
Adrenaline is an amazing thing.
Carrying her through the patio door, I turn and slide the door shut. Then I’m off like a shot to my bedroom. Once inside, I make it to the bed and drop her right on top. I don’t give her time to think. “Strip. Everything. Off.”
“Bossy.”
“Fuck, yes. Off. Everything off.” Meanwhile, I’ve already torn off my shirt, and my cargo shorts are past my knees. I’m out of my boxer briefs all before she’s even got her bra off. It’s okay. I’ll help her.
I bend and reach for the button on her shorts. She lies back, giving me more room to work. With her shorts off, I grasp the sides of her white panties and shimmy those down until she’s wearing nothing but a smile. I pause, giving myself a moment to take her in.
Honest to god, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing Colette Munsel naked. I skim the red hair between her legs. I’m not exactly sure what my fascination is with that, but it turns me on. Big time. Placing my knee on the bed, I lean down and kiss her. “Need to fuck you.”
“I need that, too.”
“I need to be inside you.” I need to claim her.
She opens for me. I run my finger through her to make sure she’s ready. “So fucking wet, baby girl.”
“I’ve been wet all night.”
“Fuck.”
I’m delirious. Her scent is making me crazy. Looking up at her, she smiles. “Let’s do this.” Leaning forward, I place myself at her entrance and press inside.
“Holy shit.” I moan so loud, I’m glad to say we live in the woods so no one can hear me. Looking into her eyes, I’m pleading with her silently to say it feels as good for her as it does for me, because honest to God, nothing, no one has ever felt like this.
“Please move, Sam.” She presses herself up, forcing me deeper. “Please?” She’s begging.
I can’t have that.
