She clings to me like she never wants me to let her go. It’s a good thing too, because I don’t know if I could release her if she wanted me to. It’s scary as hell to want someone so bad that you lose control.
I barely manage to rein in my need and pull back from her mouth, but I still keep my hands on her ass, and grind my cock against her lower stomach.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” I ask huskily.
She giggles around the heavy breathing she’s doing. “Sorry.”
From the look in her eye, she’s not sorry at all. “Liar.”
Throaty laughter leaves her lips, and I like the sound a fuck of a lot.
I lift my head when a delicious smell hits my nose. “What’s that I smell?”
She smiles up at me, her hands gripping my shirt right above my jeans. “Chicken teriyaki.” She grabs my hand, turns, and starts dragging me behind her to the kitchen. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, but figured chicken was a safe choice. Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure.”
She drops my hand and walks to the fridge, grabbing out a bottle of wine and a beer.
“This okay?” she asks, holding up the beer.
I nod, then take the wine from her to uncork it. She goes to the stove, stirs something in a pot, then turns the burner off. Turning to me, she leans back against the counter. Her hands rest by her sides; the position causes her tits to slightly jut out. Once I’ve poured her a glass, I carry it and my beer over to her. I hand her the glass, but set my beer on the counter beside her. After she’s taken a sip, I take it away and set it beside my bottle, then crowd her against the counter.
It’s amazing how comfortable we seem to be around each other. I may sound like a sappy asshole, but it almost feels like we’ve known each other for years. In a sense I have known her that long.
“I wanna try something tonight.” I nip her bottom lip with my teeth and enjoy the low moan I get in return.
“What?” Her question comes out breathless.
Instead of answering, I cup her ass through her dress and tell her, “Take your panties off.”
She pulls back, her eyes glazed over, and looks up at me. “What are you going to do?”
I grin. “You’ll see.” Taking a step back, I point my eyes to her waist. “Take them off.”
Hesitating for only a second, she shimmies her skirt up, reaches underneath, then slowly begins to slide her panties down her legs. Blood rushes south and my mouth waters. Her tits fall forward slightly, deepening her cleavage when she bends over, lifting one leg and sliding her foot out, then doing the same to the other.
I grab the panties from her once she’s standing straight again.
“Hey,” she snipes. She squints, but a smile plays on her lips. “I want those back. And speaking of, I want the other ones back too.”
I only smirk and stuff them in my pocket. The ones I got from her the first night we were together are in my nightstand drawer. These will go with them.
She huffs out a breath when I don’t confirm they’ll be returned. Stepping back up to her, I steal another kiss that leaves her whimpering against my mouth and my body straining to get closer to hers.
After several seconds of heated kissing, we’re interrupted by a knock at the door. She turns her head toward the kitchen doorway, then looks back at me. “I don’t know who that could be. I’m not expecting anyone.”
I kiss her lips once, then lean back. “It’s for me.”
She frowns. “Who is it?”
“I invited a friend to join us.”
Her frown deepens before realization dawns. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a cute O. Her voice is just barely above a whisper when she stammers, “D-do you mean…?” She trails off.
“If you don’t feel comfortable, or want to stop at any time, just say the word,” I tell her firmly. It’s important for her to know she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to. Yes, I would be disappointed, especially because I’ve already got the vision in my head of what tonight could bring, but I’d stop everything immediately if she wanted to.
She thinks about my proposition for a moment before giving me a brief nod.