“You’re strong.” She lets out a sweet sounding sigh. I know she’s more than a little tipsy. I might only get a few kisses with her, but I’ll take it. She’ll wake up in my bed come tomorrow morning. Then I can give her more.
“You’re light.” She is. I could pick her up with one hand.
“You should have seen me in high school. I was tiny and then Alyssa started baking these butterscotch brownies.” She moans. “I’m going to get you some. You’ll see what happens.” She puffs out her cheeks. The lights of the club hit them and I see small freckles across her nose.
“I don’t know what you’re eating but don’t ever stop.” I keep her in my arms as I stride through the bar. People step out of my way. She has nice soft curves that I don’t want to go anywhere. I exit out the back of the club the same way we came in.
“I didn't know there was a secret entrance.” She lifts her head to look around. “Wait. It’s the back door.” She puts her head back down at the same time my driver pulls up. He jumps out, opening the door for me, looking shocked that I’ve got a woman in my arms.
“Condo,” I tell him. Sometimes after a big fight I head out to my mom's place. It’s not far out of the city. She’s got land and I put a wall around it. I don’t have to worry about dealing with anything when I am there except the gym.
Neily lets out a yawn into my neck.
“Are you going to pass out on me?”
She shakes her head no. “We’re going to do it,” she informs me. My cock jerks in agreement. That isn’t happening tonight. She nibbles on my neck. “You taste good.” She’s trying to kill me. Many men have tried to in the ring but this little pixie is going to pull it off without even trying.
“You taste good too.” She shifts in my lap to straddle me in the back of the SUV. I flick my gaze to the front seat to see my driver looking forward, pretending we aren't here. He is getting a raise. “Kiss me.” Before I can give her what she wants, she’s already taking her kiss. I dig my fingers into her hair.
She wiggles her little body against me. I don’t think she knows how to stay still. Not that I want her to. Her long skirt isn’t helping her get the friction she needs. She quickly figures this out and starts to try to pull it up. Her mouth leaves mine as she pulls on it. I let go of her hair, stopping her.
“Wait,” I tell her. My eyes flick to the driver. “We’re almost there.” She turns her head to look out the front window. I can’t stop myself from kissing her neck. I lick and suck at her, enjoying the sweet taste of her on my tongue. She lets out a small moan that brings me back to reality. I don’t want anyone seeing or hearing her pleasure. The thought may be ridiculous, but those sounds are for my ears only.
The SUV barely pulls to a stop and I’m opening the door without waiting for anything else. I keep her tucked into me. She doesn't stop burying her face into my neck and kissing me the same way that I’d been kissing her. The need to have her is growing with each little kiss and lick she gives me. Thoughts of her on her knees doing the same to my cock run through my mind. But we have plenty of time to explore all of that. Tonight is about her. About me drinking down that sweet cream that I know lies between her gorgeous thighs.
“Tomas.” She breathes my name against my neck. Her warm breath makes me groan as I step off the elevator onto my floor. I’ve been so lost in what she is doing to me that I don’t even remember getting on to the damn thing.
“Keep your clothes on,” I tell her as I head straight for my bedroom.
“No.” She nips at my neck. I almost stumble. She is going to be the first person to ever bring me to my fucking knees. But I don’t care. I’ll gladly get on them for her. Bury my face between her thighs.
“Yes,” I tell her, putting her on her feet.
“I hate clothes.” Before I can stop her she’s pulling her small shirt over her head. Her tits fall free.
“No bra.” I’d been right.
“I don’t need one. I don’t have much.” She shrugs, smiling at me as she shimmies the skirt down her legs next, not shy about being naked. She goes for her simple cotton panties next, but I reach for her, knowing I need to stop her because I’m barely holding on by a string as it is.