I lick my lips, desperate for a taste of her as she’s standing in front of me in only her underwear. She doesn’t hesitate before reaching behind her back again and unclipping her bra. The undergarment slides off her arms, and she flings it to the floor before shimmying out of her underwear.
Her breasts are swollen and heavy, aching for me to taste and suck on those perky nipples. I become impossibly hard as I reach for her. She walks seductively over where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. Her nipples are at exactly the right height where I can dart my tongue out and taste them.
So I do.
Whitney throws her head back and sighs blissfully as mytongue wreaks havoc on her pretty little nipples. She maneuvers her hips against me, searching for more friction.
My hand slides up the side of her thigh and to the apex of her legs. Whitney spreads her legs open for me, giving me access to her wet center. I play with her expertly, running my fingers along her slit before delving deeper inside of her, paying close attention to the way she responds to my touch.
It doesn’t take long before she’s coming on my fingers, soaking them with her arousal and clenching around me so tightly. While she’s still in the throes of her pleasure, I grab her hips and maneuver her onto the bed. She’s pliable, completely blissed out from her orgasm.While she’s staring up at me with dazed eyes, I remove the rest of my clothes, tossing them to the side to be worried about later.
I seat myself between her legs and slide home, groaning in relief from the feel of her tight heat around me. Whitney wraps her legs around my back, holding me tightly to her as I move deep inside her body.
This is heaven.
My thrusts gradually grow more and more rapid, and I feel the familiar tingle in the base of my spine, telling me I’m close to finishing. When Whitney’s pussy clenches rhythmically around me, I know I’m done for.
With a guttural groan, I thrust in one last time and seat myself as deeply as I can as I come hard. Whitney’s legs fall from around my waist and land limply on the bed. When I finally pull from her, she whimpers but then kisses me passionately on the lips before scurrying off to the bathroom to clean up.
I twist and fall back on the mattress, draping my arm over my eyes as I try to catch my breath. Whitney pads out of the bathroom a while later and snuggles into my side, resting her head against my chest.
We lay together for a little while, basking in the afterglow of our sex. Finally, my stomach rumbles, and Whitney’s head pops up, a wry grin twisting on her face.
“Hungry?” She teases me.
“Famished, actually,” I say back with a smile of my own.
We decided to go out for dinner to a small restaurant at the corner of my block. Whitney dresses back into her clothes from the day, and I find myself some dark-wash jeans and a button-down.
Luckily, the restaurant isn’t too busy, and we’re seated right away. The waiter comes by to take our drink orders and then our food orders shortly after.
While we wait, Whitney chatters on about the events of the day and how there had never been a kind of emergency like that before. I nod my head, listening to her tell me more about her time working under Peterson. Somehow, the conversation morphs into something more light-hearted once our food comes, but that doesn’t slow her down.
I find myself watching her with rapt attention, loving this chatty side of her that I only get to witness when we’re outside of the workplace—when we’re just us, Theo and Whitney.
“Sothen,” Whitney enunciates as she sets her fork down on the table and steels me with a steady gaze. I really shouldn’t be this invested in hearing about her worst dating experiences, but here we are, on one of our first official dates together following a series of mind-blowing orgasms, and she’s regaling all of the worst possible scenarios. “He looked at me, said he had a great time, and then gave me ahigh fivebefore walking away and leaving me right in front of the restaurant.”
I laugh as I run my finger over the cool rim of my wine glass. “You’re kidding.”
Whitney leans back and gives me a solemn shake of her head. “I swear, I’m not.”
“Where do you find these guys?” I ask, curious as to how such a beautiful woman like her could possibly attract such losers as she’s describing.
“I don’t know, anywhere? That one I met at the grocery store.”
“Well, there’s your first problem,” I mutter. “Let me guess, you found him in the frozen vegetable aisle?”
“Worse,” she says, her voice tinged with amusement. “Gluten-free.”
I glance down at the now-empty plate that once held a heaping serving of spaghetti. If Whitney is anything, it’s definitely not gluten-free. “What were you doing in that aisle?”
“I was trying to make a recipe I found online, and it called for almond flour. But instead of picking up the almond flour, I picked up this guy instead.”
“Was it an even trade?” I question, raising an eyebrow.
She laughs and shakes her head. “No, definitely not.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her as my eyes take her in. She looks so happy this evening. Her skin is still glowing from the pleasure I gave her earlier, her cheeks maintaining the rosy remnants of a blush. Her slate blue eyes are twinkling at me as she takes me in, too.
