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“Not as much as I’ve wanted to get out of it,” he said, picking her up so her feet were hanging above the floor, his mouth landing on hers.
It took her a few seconds to realize that he was bunching her dress up in his hands as he held her and now there was cool air on her ass.
She pulled her mouth away from his. “What do you think?”
“I can’t see what color it is, but I can appreciate that it’s a thong. You said not much.”
“It’s the only thing on besides this dress.”
No bra would look good in her mind and it’s not as if she had much on top. The dress was lined and fit her tight enough that everything stayed in place.
“Shit,” he said. He nudged her more and her legs went around his waist.
“Easy movements in this dress too.”
“Did you buy it for that reason?” he asked.
“Nope. Just wanted something comfortable. I’ll be more comfortable when it comes off.”
He carried her to his room and all but dropped her on the bed while he stood back and started to unbutton his shirt.
His tie had come off a while ago along with his jacket.
She rolled on her stomach and pointed to the zipper and he stopped what he was doing to address that for her. She kicked her dress off at the same time he was yanking his pants and underwear down.
“It’s black,” he said of her lace thong.
“It is,” she said. “Everything matching.”
His dick was already firm and ready for action. She felt she didn’t get enough of him. They only spent time together two days a week. Not even another night. Though she was normally home early enough on Wednesday, he didn’t tend to be.
“The question of the night is if it stays on or comes off?” he asked.
“Off,” she said, wiggling out of it. “I can’t give you a ride as well as I want if it’s on.”
“You’re going to give me one?” he asked. He pulled a condom out of a drawer in his dresser and brought it to the bed.
“Yep. Lie down,” she said. “It’s my turn.”
He got on the bed and lay on his back, his hands behind his head.
She opened the condom and covered him, then spread her knees around his hips, guided his dick to her opening and slid down easily.
“Didn’t even need to work you up,” he said.
“I’m almost always warmed up around you,” she said. Her hands landed on his chest, one palm over his heart and tattoo. She felt his heart racing under it. “Time for us to make those memories too.”
Her eyes were locked on his. Just like when he was giving his speech earlier.
She wasn’t sure she could say she ever loved anyone before. Not like what she felt when she was with Lincoln.
It was too soon to even say it, maybe think it, so she’d keep it locked up tight.
She started to ride him, using his chest as leverage. His hands went to her hips holding her for feel alone. She didn’t need the help, but she liked his hands on her body.
She was slowly moving up and down, his hands now shifting up her ribs and covering her breasts, his thumbs pinching and flicking at her nipples.
“We’ve made more than you realize,” he said.
