Panting, he tears away from me while I lean against the counter, my knees soft, my brow sweaty, and my panties lined with wetness.
Flashing a smile, he licks his fingers.
“You’re such a dirty man. I have to shower again,” I say, smiling.
“No, you don’t.”
He rides my skirt up and kneads my butt while I train my eyes on his mouth.
“I’m not gonna kiss you,” he says. “I don’t want to ruin your lipstick.”
“Now you’re concerned. After you ruined everything else.”
He shakes his head.
“I want you wet.”
“But we’re going out.”
“Exactly.”
He lowers his mouth to mine, so close my lips quiver in anticipation.
His soft breath fans over my lips.
“I can’t wait to fuck you tonight,” he says, adjusting his bulge.
He takes my hand.
“We need to go. We’re gonna be late.”
“And now, you’re hurrying, ” I say.
Flashing a playful smile, he pulls me toward the garage.
I run my hand over my skirt before climbing into his ride.
Later, he rolls his car out of the garage.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, giving me a side-eyed gaze.
“Yes. I think so.”
“You think so?”
“I want to. You?” I ask.
“Yes.”
He veers toward the street, and the car quickly picks up speed.
“What if I said no?”
“We would’ve gone straight to my apartment and fuck.”
“No food?”
“I could find something for you to swallow,” he says, grinning.