He shot her a grin.
She returned it.
He enfolded her fingers in his, and even if she was joggingbehind him to keep up with his long strides, he did not adjust those strides ashe pulled her to his bedroom.
No way he was having her fully for the first time withoutbeing able to see, so he wasted the time it took to hit the light.
When he turned to her, she had her hands at the back of herneck to undo her zipper.
“You take off that dress, you wait until tomorrow for mydick,” he growled.
Her arms instantly dropped.
Yeah.
She knew when to give over.
And that scored right through his cock.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
She didn’t delay.
He moved in behind her and put his hands to her hips.
“Pull your hair aside,” he demanded.
She didn’t delay with that either.
He went in and kissed the exposed side of her neck.
Just with that, she shivered.
“Dutch.”
His name trembled.
That went through his cock too.
All of it did.
Working the area under her ear with his lips, teeth andtongue, he took his time moving one hand up her back to the zip.
He also took his time sliding it down.
“Dutch.”
That was a plea.
Inside her dress, he ran his hands up her skin on eitherside until he got to her shoulders.
He shoved the dress off and she instantly shimmied it downuntil it hit the floor.
Dutch turned her then and looked at her.
Open shoulders, gorgeous clavicle, ample tits, nipples aimedhigh, rounded belly, wide hips, shapely thighs, pretty ankles now with thingold straps around them.
And little, black lace panties.
