She looks disappointed at my summing up of what me taking her home involves.
“If I go with your place, what does that involve?”
I grin. We both know what that ultimately involves, but I know she likes it when I talk her through it.
“I drive you home with me. When we get in the lift, I am unlikely to be able to keep my hands off you, so will kiss you and touch you. Then, once we get through the door, I am probably going to forgo all social etiquette by not offering to take your coat or make you a drink. What I will do is kiss you some more, and touch you, remove all of your clothes and pleasure you for hours until a few more of my neighbours know my name.”
“Oh.”
Her big brown eyes are like saucers, but they in no way look opposed to my plan.
“I think my lady likes the sound of that plan.”
Her eyes grow even wider when I call her my lady, but I have no intention of back tracking or trying to take it back. She is mine.
“In fact, I think my lady is desperate to get back to mine. Are you desperate, Cupcake?”
“Yes,” she whimpers and a cocky grin spreads across my face, a grin that broadens when I notice her squeezing her thighs together.
“So, mine then?”
“Yes.”
Thank fuck. If she had opted for a lift back to her parent’s I would have ended my night alone in the shower with just my own hand and memories of her to ease the hard ache of my dick and balls.
The lift doors open, and I virtually drag her to my car that’s parked on Mase’s secure car park.
As I pull out onto the road, I look to my side and see Anita in profile. She is dressed casually in jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt that’s partially covered by a denim jacket. Her hair is down and loose and she is wearing zero make-up by the looks of it and looks gorgeous. My usual taste is for something a little more obvious in the womanly and attractive stakes. The opposite of Anita. However, as I take in her natural beauty, I am knocked sideways by her effortless femininity and splendour. I need to stop thinking with my head if these sappy ideas are what I am coming up with. I need to channel thoughts through my other head and start imagining her on all fours while I fuck her.
“Dec.”
Her gentle calling of my name to summon me, brings me from my musing.
“Anita.”
She smiles.
“I’m sorry about today. I was going to come and find you, but I wasn’t sure if I should. If you’d want me to.”
I nod. She sounds as confused by things as me. I told her we’d talk later and never went back to find her.
“It’s all a bit weird still, isn’t it?”
We pull up at my apartment block and together walk over to the lift.
Once inside the lift, the atmosphere between us thickens. I corner her and when I tilt her chin up, her eyes look like sin incarnate.
Fuck! When she looks at me, I am incapable of any thought that isn’t depraved and immoral.
“Do you find it weird too?”
I frown, wondering why I might think this is weird and then remember that’s what I’d said in the car…that it was weird still.
“Yes. Cupcake,” I whisper and bring my forehead to rest against hers. “I don’t know what we’re doing or how this is going to work out, but let’s try.”
“Okay.”
Her voice quivers and I am sure I feel her physically shake.
