"Over-steeped." I take another sip. The tea is way too astringent, but the spices come through. The unique licorice flavor of star anise, the spice of cinnamon, the Earthy richness of cardamom. "But not bad for your first try."
"This is try…" He looks to the mugs in the sink. "Four. Make that five."
"I don't drink it this late."
"You might need your energy." He shoots me a wicked smile.
My stomach flutters. My sex pangs. Yes. No more talking. No more thinking. Only this. "I can show you after."
"After…"
"If you're still awake." I slip my hands under his t-shirt.
He feels good against my hand. Warm and hard and real. Concrete.
I don't usually think about sex in these terms, but right now, the feeling is overwhelming.
I'm not all mind. I'm physical too. I use my body for more than getting around and winning races.
"Did you wear anything under this?" he asks.
"Maybe. Where's the bed?"
"You don't like the couch?"
"I like the couch." But I don't wait for the couch. I dig my fingers into his waist and I pull him into a slow, deep kiss.
He hooks his fingers around the strap of my dress. "I've thought about this all week."
"It's been two days."
"Three." He peels the strap down my shoulder. "I've wanted to do this every minute."
He does the same with the other strap, arranging the fabric so it's barely covering my breasts.
"Do you like it this way?" He tugs the fabric a little lower. "Me, stripping you out of your clothes?"
I do. It's a fixture in my fantasies. Not that I've ever admitted it to myself. "Yes."
A little lower. "Or halfway out of your clothes?"
Lower.
Lower.
Low enough to expose my breasts.
There is something about the urgency, the partial exposure. It's really fucking hot. "Yes."
"Are you wearing underwear?"
"Maybe."
He wraps his fingers around my thigh. Slowly, he drags them up my skin. Higher and higher, closer and closer, until his hand brushes my cotton panties. "Too bad." He rubs me over my panties. "This would be a lot more fun with these gone."
I don't respond with words. I bring my lips to his. I kiss him hard.
No patience, no tease, nothing but pure, raw need pouring from me to him.