“They started West Coast Country Foods. The organic children’s food company,” she said, not sure if he’d be aware of it. “They still own it and both sit on the board, but they stepped away from the day-to-day stuff a few years ago.”
“And they’re making the most of retirement?” he said. “Good for them.”
She watched him, back straight, brow furrowing. “You’re not cross that I didn’t tell you?”
He looked at her like she’d suddenly sprouted a second head. “I’m cross that you’re sitting over there where I can’t touch you. I haven’t had any part of me on you all evening. And I’m wondering what you bought in Manchester.”
She half staggered over to him. “A few tops. Maybe an underwear set. Some new nightwear.”
“Not sure why you bought the nightwear.” His hands steadied her as she straddled him, his hands on her waist, fingers seeking flesh. “I’m not sure you’ve slept in clothes any night when we’ve been together.”
“I don’t need to. You’re like a furnace,” she said, his hands pushing up the jumper she was wearing, taking the T-shirt underneath it up and off too.
“Will I like seeing you in this nightwear before I take it off you?” he said, his hands cupping her breasts through her bra.
The rest of the room dulled around her. Only the sensation of his hands on her was apparent. “It’s see through,” she said. “You’ll be able to see everything through it.”
“When you bought it, did you think about how you’d look wearing it and what it’d do to me?”
“Yes.”
He pinched her nipples and she keened, her physical reaction amplified by his reaction towards her parents’ money: he didn’t care.
Then he moved his hands away.
“Take your bra off for me, Sorrell. I want to see you.”
Her hands automatically went to the clasp on her back and released it, letting the material fall away and leaving her breasts exposed for him.
Warm hands guided her body forward, his tongue gently licking first one nipple and then the other, hardening them.
“I don’t give a shit what money you have or you don’t have,” he said. “I don’t need anyone else’s money because I’ve enough of my own and if we’re being transparent, the businesses my dad and uncle own are family ones. Farming can be tough, so they expanded and they did it well and we get paid a share of the profits. I have enough and I work hard enough so that my future and the future of any family I have is secure. Now can you forget about any worries you have about money and let me get you off?”
She nodded, words beyond her, the promise of getting her off all that she needed right now. She hadn’t been like this with another man before, so intent on the physical side. But he made her feel safe; that she had the ability to play near the edges and he would never let her fall.
His mouth worshipped her tits, bringing her nipples into tight, little peaks, his hands remaining on her hips. She canted her hips towards him, feeling him hard beneath his jeans and pressed a hand to his erection.
“Need you,” she said.
“What do you want me to do?” He stood up, carrying her, walking towards the bedroom. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want your cock inside me.”
“What else?” He placed her down on her bed, taking her jeans off slowly.
“I want you to make me come.”
“With my hand? Or my mouth? Or my dick?”
“Your dick,” she said, finding the word difficult to say, but liking his reaction to her saying it. “When you come in me, it makes me come hard.”
She reached for his belt, doing it languidly, unable to rush, even though her body was crying out for him to be inside her. He took pity and helped her out, shucking off his jeans and underwear, his erection there for her to see. He was hard and throbbing and she pushed her centre towards him.
Moving one finger from her cunt to her clit, he tested her wetness, then lifted the finger and tasted her.
“Better than the cakes you bake,” he said. “But I want to be the only one who tastes your sweetness.”
“Please,” Sorrell said. She felt between her legs get even wetter and would’ve been embarrassed by her obvious arousal if he wasn’t so turned on by it.
