“Maybe you should find out,” she continues, pressing her body up against mine.
“Casey…”
“What?”
“I haven’t just brought you over here for this. It’ll happen anyway, but that’s not the point.”
“I thought you couldn’t wait to show me all your hidden talents?”
“Fuck, yes – and I will. I won’t keep a single one hidden from you.”
“Then why not start right now? I imagine we’ll have a lot to get through. It might take a while for you to show me them all.”
She slides her hands down my arms, my muscles tensing at her touch – apart from one muscle, which has been tense for a pretty long time, already.
Her hands climb back up to my chest, her palms running across the fabric of my shirt.
“Casey…” I bend my head to brush my lips against hers.
“You seem agitated.”
“I am.”
“Don’t tell me that having me here makes you anxious?”
“The only thing I’m anxious about is finding out how wet you are.”
“Do it, then.”
I grab her butt cheeks and sit her on the countertop. “There’s a flame inside me, Casey – it’s burning me alive, consuming my skin.”
Casey opens her legs instinctively, wrapping them around my waist. “Let me burn with you, Nick.”
I run my hands up her thighs, under the hem of her dress, and along the small of her back.
I snap my hands away, suddenly. “Fuck! You’re seriously not wearing any!”
She laughs, satisfied. “I told you, but you didn’t believe me.”
“Why the fuck aren’t you wearing any underwear?”
“Because sometimes it’s unnecessary.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I tell her, before sliding my hands back to her arse, squeezing so hard that I leave finger-marks in her flesh. Casey throws her head back, letting my run my tongue along the length of her body, feeling her shiver under my touch, waiting for my next move. I trace her shoulder, her neck, her ear, then return to her mouth. I don’t kiss her – that wouldn’t do justice to everything I want to do to her; I eat her, as if she were my favourite meal – because now, she really is. And I never want to taste anything else again. Casey grabs onto my shoulders and tightens her legs around my hips, as I keep invading her, exploring her mouth with my tongue, pushing as deep as I can. I don’t want her to breathe anything but me.
I lift her up, keeping her clutched to me, our tongues never breaking contact; I carry her through to my bedroom and let her slide her feet to the floor.
“Wow, you were serious about your bed,” she says, her lips reddened.
“Obviously.”
“We could’ve kept going out there, you know.”
“No, I need the bed.”
“I didn’t have you down for a ‘comfort’ kind of guy.”
“I’m not. But I can’t do everything I want to do to you on a kitchen counter. I’ve been waiting eight long years to have you all to myself. I need to explore every inch; tonight, there’s not a single part of your body that won’t be mine.”
