I know what she likes.
What she wants.
What she needs.
And because she knows it too, wool hits me square in the face. I make a show of inhaling her sweet scent that only makes my painfully erect penis that much harder as she waits for my next command.
“Boots.”
She’s able to toe off her short boots because I carried her home from the Winter Fest on my back and loosened her laces while we walked. We both knew what was going to happen tonight. Why delay the inevitable?
Hands clasped in front of her, she waits for direction. She’s as submissive as is possible for her, but because she always has an attitude, she lifts a smartass eyebrow.
She knows how this works. I take my time, inhaling the sweater that smells like her one last time before tossing it to the side.
“Jeans.”
I may be in charge, but Daisy is still Daisy. Instead of simply stepping out of her pants, she gives me a show, turning to face the wall as she shimmies out of her jeans. Wiggling as she touches her toes, her thong-covered ass and wet pussy fully exposed for me, she steps out of her pants and tugs her socks off while she’s bent over.
Her sass makes me smile, and she catches me doing just that when she looks over her shoulder after standing back up. Try as she might, she can’t hold back her own grin.
As always, her smile hits me like a punch of emotion to the gut, and the surge of excitement that I get to see that up-to-no-good grin on her face has me scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder. She squeals, just like I knew she would. Making me chuckle while my erection begs to be released.
I gently swat her ass cheek. “Be good.”
“Or what?” she says, smacking my back as I carry her through the house.
“Fuck around and find out.”
“Yes, sir.”
Since she’s already undone the front of my pants, she squirms until her hands are down the back of my jeans, slipping them down my thighs so they pool around my ankles by the time we enter my bedroom.
“You little shit,” I grunt, shuffling across the room, and tossing her onto the bed in a fit of giggles. I’ve never had more fun with a woman than I do with Daisy. I’ve also never been as sexually compatible with anyone else.
As much as I want to pull my briefs down and take her hard and fast, I need to be free to move. So, I take a seat on the edge ofthe bed to remove my boots and the rest of my clothes. She stays quiet, but anticipation radiates from her.
When I stand and face the bed in all my glory, her tongue wets her lips as she takes me in.
“Damn, do I enjoy getting you out of your clothes,” she purrs. “I’ll have to send Santa a thank you letter for delivering my gift a week early.”
I’m planning my next move when my eyes flick to the clock on the wall, which diverts my plans, because the time is more important.
“Get over here,” I demand.
I don’t ask.
She doesn’t want me to.
She crawls to me, her mouth open, thinking I’m asking for something I’m not. Just before she takes me into her mouth, I tip her face up, slowly shaking my head.
“Come here.”
She gets to her knees to face me, so close her nipples brush against my torso.
“It’s 10:10.”
That’s all I have to say. She knows what comes next. We both lean in and kiss each other like it’s the only way either of us will make it through the next minute.
