“God, no, baby. I was joking about that. I mean, anal is incredible. Really intense. But only if you’re into it too. I enjoy it as a treat, but I’m all about pussy.”
“Okay.” She still looks thoughtful. “But I’d be willing to try…sometime.”
I kiss her because I’m already getting hard again. Just thinking about anal has me ready to ram back into her and feel her cream all over my cock. Hear her scream my name and beg me to go harder. Listen to her throaty moans and cries—that are all for me.
“You’re hard again,” she says, a touch of incredulity in her voice.
“Well, I’m lying here balls-deep inside a gorgeous woman who’s wiggling and pressing those beautiful tits against me—what did you think would happen?”
She drags her nails down my back. “Make me come again, Bodi.”
I actually get her off two more times before I carry her into the bathroom so we can clean up.
“Do you mind if I put my glasses on?” she asks me.
“Of course not,” I reply, confused. “Why would I mind?”
“I don’t know. You know what they say about girls who wear glasses…”
“Whatever it is, it’s wrong. I think you’re beautiful with or without your glasses, it’s all the same to me. Did you not wear them tonight on my account?”
“I wear contacts on special occasions but they start to itch after a while, especially when I wear makeup. And I’ve had them in a long time now.”
“By all means, take them out. I like your glasses.” I kiss her cheek before turning on the water.
I watch as she takes them out and tosses them in the trash.
“Disposable,” she says, catching my eye. “Let me get my glasses out of my purse.” She walks out of the bathroom and comes back a minute later.
“You won’t need them in bed,” I say gruffly, hauling her against me and kissing her. “Or the shower.”
“Very true.” She puts them on the counter and then I take her hand, pulling her into the shower with me.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, pressing herself against my chest.
“It is.” I run my hands down her back, caressing her silky skin. Enjoying her presence. Thinking about when I can see her again.
“I wish I didn’t have to go home.”
“Do you have to?”
“It’s better if I don’t do anything to make Dad or Lourdes suspicious.”
I nod, even though I don’t like it. “That makes sense. Let’s clean up and I’ll take you home.”
We shower quickly and then get dressed.
It’s a bummer that she has to leave, but she’s right that we need to be careful.
“When can I take you out again?” I ask as we drive toward her house.
“Well, you know my schedule, but I’m not sure about yours.”
“I’ll add you to my calendar,” I say. “That way you’ll see everything. Practices—though that can change sometimes—games, road trips, everything.”
“Okay. Once hockey season starts, Dad is never home and Lourdes tends to keep busy, so hopefully no one will be paying attention to what I’m doing.”
“Who watches Lindy?”
