“It has already taken too long if you ask me,” Wyatt replied. “I can't wait to get you home.”
“Me either,” she said. “Oh God, I feel like we're driving in slow motion. Can we tell Don to step on it? Maybe you should install some flashing lights and a siren on this limo for situations like these.”
He laughed. “For emergencies?”
She nodded. “Yes. I'd say this would count. I'm dying to get back to your place right now.”
Wyatt let out a playful growl and then lifted her from his lap. He spun her over so that they had switched positions. She was now seated on the bench and he was kneeling on the floor in front of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, causing her dress to slide up to the middle part of her thighs.
“I like when you're like this,” she said.
Wyatt began kissing her again. This time, he was the one who was gently bucking his hips forward. Their tongues twisted and danced as they leaned in. Then they gently pulled away, teasing each other for a moment, before kissing once again.
Each collision of their lips caused anticipation to grow inside of Lily. It was like she was getting a taste of something amazing but that wasn't enough for her. She wanted all of it, not just a taste.
As if he had read her mind, Wyatt broke the kiss and then immediately brought his lips to the outside of her neck.
God yes, she thought.
She reached her hand up and placed it onto the back of his head, gently pulling him closer to her. The way he kissed her neck and the sensation that it brought her was almost too much to bear. She was overwhelmingly turned on. It was everything she could do to try to contain herself and wait until they got back to his mansion.
He inched his way down the outside of her neck until his lips landed on the top of her shoulder. He was just starting to peel her dress strap down when a knocking came on the outside of the limousine window.
Wyatt lifted his lips from her skin and glanced over.
“Yes, what is it?” Wyatt called out.
It was Don's voice that responded. “Sir, I just wanted to let you know that we are here at your home.”
Lily smiled. “I didn't even notice that we had stopped.”
“Me either,” Wyatt said, with a chuckle. “I guess I wasn't exactly paying attention.”
She flashed a wink. “Oh yeah? Why's that?”
“I guess you could say I was a little distracted,” Wyatt said.
Lily laughed. “The best kind of distraction, though.”
“Absolutely,” Wyatt said. “So as much as I don't want to wreck this moment, I also think that we'd be more comfortable in the house. What do you think about us continuing this upstairs?”
“I think that you read my mind,” she said.
Wyatt took Lily's hand and let her out of the limo. Don had parked in the driveway and Lily smiled wide as soon as she stepped out and gazed upon the house.
Why is it that I feel so at home right now? She asked herself.
Lily didn't know exactly why, but she felt so good now than they were back at his mansion. She was ten times happier than she had been at her own apartment, and they weren't even inside yet. She knew that his mansion wasn't her home, but in that moment it didn't really matter because it felt like home.
“Thanks again,” Don, Wyatt said, shaking the driver's hand. “We will be in touch. You have yourself a good night.”
“Thank you, sir. You two have a good night as well.” Don then spun around and got back into the driver's seat.
Wyatt and Lily watched as the limousine pulled away. The second that his taillights disappeared around the corner, Wyatt took Lily's hand and led her to the front door. She was bursting with excitement. Her panties were practically to her knees, at least in a figurative sense. They would have actually been to her knees, but she wasn't sure what the situation was inside of Wyatt's home.
“Do you think Maggie is awake?” she whispered.
Wyatt shook his head. “No, I don't think she or Mildred are even home right now. The only light that's on is in the living room.”