Chapter Four
Josephine
I don’t think I have ever let a man hold my hand before, let alone gone home with a man. When we walk into the beautiful two-story house I bite my lip as I look at the decor it's elegant yet simple.
It's just like how I pictured a house I own would look like. When he shut the door, I bend down and start taking off my heels. I'm in the middle of taking off my second one when I hear a sharp intake of breath, and I tilt my head to the side. I see Tommy staring at my ass as he bites his bottom lip.
Usually, I think it's creepy when guys check me out, but for some reason when he looks at me I feel beautiful and seductive. With my shoes off I stand up and look at him only to realize how much taller he is than me.
Holy fuck he has to be at least six feet six. My head only comes up to his chest.
“So, when can I take my bra off?” Oh my God! That was not what I wanted to say. My God damn mouth doesn't have a filter. I can feel my face turn pink as I watch his hooded eyes rake over my body.
“Jesus, Precious. I'm trying to be a gentleman here, but that mouth of yours is going to be the death of me.” He walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. “Just a taste.”
He growls more to himself then me as he slams his lips on mine. Moaning, I sink into his embrace and dig my nails into his back as he sweeps his tongue along my bottom lip before plunging it into my mouth.
Oh my God! I can feel every hard ridge of his body against mine even through our clothes. Right as I'm about to rip his shirt open he pulls away from our kiss. Breathing heavily, I drop my head on his chest. “Wow,” I say sucking in a breath
“Yeah, Wow.” He says as he tightens his arms around me.
“What are we doing Tommy? This is all happening so fast. Why do I feel like I've known you my whole life?”
“I don’t know what this is Josephine but I am sure looking forward to finding out. Do you still wanna stay?”
“Yes, but I really do need to get out of these clothes. Can I wear one of your shirts?”
“I think I’m going to like seeing you in my clothes.” He says in a gravelly voice. Giggling, I step back and look up at him.
“Let’s go get you that shirt.” He grabs my hand and leads me up the stairs and down a hall. He opens the last door on the left, and it opens into a huge master suite with a master bath.
He lets go of my hand and walks into the closet returning a few seconds later with a big black shirt.
“Okay, you can go in there and change I got you a pair of shorts that you can wear too. They most likely will be big though.”
He hands me the clothes and points to the adjoining bathroom. Stepping up on my tippy toes, I kiss his jaw lightly.
“Thanks, Tommy. I’ll be right out.”
I quickly make my way to the bathroom and don't even bother shutting the door all the way before I start stripping out of my clothes. I rip off my bra, sighing in relief, as my boobies are freed from their prison.
He has a wicker basket holding a stack of folded washcloths. Grabbing one, I get it wet and wipe my makeup off, then strip out of my skirt leaving my ruined panties on.
I grab my new shirt which I've d
ecided that he is not getting back and put it over my head. I don't even bother with putting on the shorts. His shirt comes down to my thighs.
Giving myself a once-over, I determine that I look okay and walk to the door, but once I reach the door, I have to take a deep breath. My nerves are starting to get the better of me.
“It's okay Josephine, you got this. It's okay, it's just a movie date. It's just a movie date.” Ha! Now I'm not only talking to myself in my head, I'm talking to myself out loud. Fuck! I drop my head on the door causing it to thud.
“You okay, Josephine?”
“Uh… yeah, I tried to open the door with it locked.”
Oh my God! That's even worse than me talking to myself. I quickly open the door and walk out only to have my steps falter. Sweet Baby Jesus he is standing there in a pair of pajama pants and nothing else.
“Holy fuck.” He groans out. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on.”