“No, now, you don’t need anything, and if I have to come and get you, you’ll be handcuffed to the bed getting your naughty ass fucked until the sun comes up.”
My mouth opened. I closed it again. Wow, I hadn’t been expecting that.
I slipped out, shutting the door behind me, and shoving the key into my pocket.
“Jesus, woman.” He hauled me close the moment I stepped out into the evening. “You sure know how to make me hard as a damn rock.”
“You like this outfit?” I stroked his stubbled jaw line.
“Too damn right I do.” He glanced downward. “No bra, huh?”
“Little girls don’t wear bras.” I frowned.
He slid one hand up my t-shirt and squeezed my left breast.
I caught my breath, wanting to be closer to him. Alone. No nosey neighbors. “Mitch.”
“Good job you have great tits, small, pert, perfect for going bra-less.” He moved his hand to my opposite breast, tweaked that nipple, and kissed me. “Fucking sexy as hell.”
“Mmm…” I leaned into him, absorbing his heat and taking in his darkly male flavor.
Suddenly he pulled back and slapped my ass. “Naughty girl, we have plans, and you almost made me change them.” He grabbed my hand. “Come on, to the fair.”
I giggled and skipped at his side, my heart swelling with happiness. Becca had been right, I had needed someone to spend time with and not just have random hook-ups that were unsatisfying in every way.
This was going to be fun.
Because I was with him.
He glanced at me.
“What?” I wrapped my hand around his solid biceps and pressed close.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me. Please.”
“Have you any idea just how many ways I’ve been thinking about fucking you? Making you come?”
A thrill went through me.
“You have?”
“Yeah.”
“Like…how?”
He released my hand and circled my waist, aligning my body with his while we walked. “I want you to come on my tongue, squirting onto my face as you cry out my name. I want you to come while you’re sucking me off.” He paused. “Fuck, the thought of your pretty lips around my cock.” He cleared his throat. “I want you to come while I fuck your ass, your pussy from behind, on a vibrator while I watch your face, every tiny expression. I want you to come while you’re tied up, at my mercy and only able to hit that high after you’ve begged and cried and think you’ll die if I don’t give you a climax.”
A flush of heat raced over my skin, and my heart rate tripled. “Wow, you really have been thinking about it.”
“Better believe it, baby girl.”
“So why the fair?”
“Because I want to see you have fun first. You deserve that.”
“Oh…okay.” First, that meant there were two stages to this evening, and now I knew exactly what they entailed.
