Henry’s hands groped at her, starting off slow and careful but quickly becoming urgent and hungry. She cried out when he squeezed her breast harder, writhing across the seats.
After a few minutes, the uncomfortable position began to take its toll on her. She was high on the excitement of making out in the car, but now she wanted him in her bed.
“I think we should stop,” she breathed, sitting up. Henry nodded but said nothing. She got out of the car, hauling her cat with her. As she stumbled up the path, Henry followed her.
He paused at the doors to the building, taking her hand gently and leaning in for a goodnight kiss. It was a sweet, light kiss, and he stepped back immediately as if he planned to just walk away.
No way, buddy. You’re mine tonight.
Olivia reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to her. She pressed her body up against his, running her hands up his arms as she dropped her big, plush cat without a thought.
She kissed him, putting all her emotion and lust into it. Olivia writhed against him, feeling his body respond to her as she explored him with her hands.
She pulled back a little, seeing a wild look in his eyes. She knew he was barely holding himself back.
“Would you like to come up?” she whispered, her voice breathy and soft. Something deep in his eyes flickered like a primal urge, an animalistic response. She waited for his answer, but he couldn’t speak … all he could do was nod.
She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him through the doors. She couldn’t wait another second.