I stroke her jawline with my thumb, then trail it across the nape of her neck, and down to her shoulders. I teasingly loop my fingers into her leather necklace, and suddenly it’s as if I’ve hit on something that makes her go wild.
Soon, we’re devouring each other, assaulting each other, our tongues taking from each other with urgency.
“We’re going to my bedroom now,” I breathe into her mouth. “That all right?
She whispers, “Let’s go.”
I nearly topple the chairs in my rush to scoop her whole body up into my arms. She fits there perfectly. Her arms go around me as she kisses my neck.
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my rod under control until we get upstairs to my room.
The way she toys with me, I feel like a god. I am Zeus, and I feel like kicking down every door I see until I find a bed.
I lay her down on my bed and she sighs, tracing a finger over my jawline. “I like the way you ripple right here when you’re mad at me.”
I’m so horny I’m almost angry. “Dress. Off,” I grit out.
She adjusts herself an
d whips the dress off over her head.
I take a moment to absorb this vision on my sheets. Black cotton bra and undies. Plain, but so fucking sexy.
I have to breathe in and out for a moment to take all of this in. I turn away to look for a condom in the night table drawer, and when I turn back, she’s already got off her bra.
“Dang it, I wanted to do that myself!”
The pink in her cheeks, chest and ears is so beautiful.
“I’ll let you do the honors with these, then,” she says, snapping the elastic of her panties.
A grunt escapes me as I lean over and cup both of her breasts. They’re small and sensitive, and her nipples react to my touch instantly, the way they did that night in her kitchen. The peaks tempt my mouth to have a taste, so I do. One, then the other. I gently suckle each tight bud while I trace my thumbs under her breasts, massaging out the imprint of her bra.
She moans.
“Daniel. My panties.” Her fingers start to pull at her waistband, but I stop her. “Hands off. Those are mine.”
She lets out a squeak as I make fast work of sending her final layer of clothing elsewhere.
My gaze memorizes the curve of her thighs, her smooth, pink, untouched pussy, her soft waistline, the edges of her ribs, her erect nipples and finally her face, where she’s gazing at me with hooded eyes.
“What’s going through your mind, Molly?”
She half smiles. “I’m thinking about how my whole body is tingling. I think I’m ready.”
“Not yet. You come first.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Fine,” she says. “Let me see your dick first then.”
Chapter Thirteen
Molly
It is the first mildly dirty thing I’ve ever said to another human being, and it feels good to let it out.