We find a spot on the crowded dancefloor just as the music switches to a slow song. I place her arms around my neck before putting my arms around her hips and pulling her close against my body. She tries to step back, but I pull her closer.
“What if someone sees us dancing this close?” she whispers into my ear, and I wonder if I've gone too far tonight.
“Who cares what anyone thinks? As far as I’m concerned, we’re just two friends hanging out at a bar and dancing.”
“Yeah, right because you slow dance with a lot of your friends.”
“Only the ones I plan to see naked later tonight.” I lift her and swing her around in my arms, making her laugh, the sound going straight to my heart. This is how our lives should always be—playing games, going out to eat, dancing, and having sex.
“Speaking of seeing me naked…” I cut her off before she can finish, hauling her back to our table to settle our bill with Shirley. “This isn’t a date. At least let me pay my half.” She argues.
“Look, honey, when a man as fine as yours wants to pay for things, you let him. Or some other woman is going to snatch him away from right under you. And before you try to tell me some nonsense about how he’s not your man, answer this question for me. Why are you in such a rush to leave here?” Fern blinks her eyes, then opens and closes her mouth as if she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. “See, you can’t answer me,can you?” Shirley continues. “I tell you what, if you somehow prove me wrong and that the two of you aren’t together, I’ll give you back this generous tip.” Shirley holds up the wad of money I just set on the table for her.
Fern glances at me, and I see the longing in her eyes until her pride takes over, and she turns toward Shirley to offer her hand to shake, “Deal.”
“I’ll right, but if I’m right, your young man doubles my tip.”
Fern looks back at me for confirmation on the bet. When I nod, she clasps Shirley’s hand in a firm handshake. “It’s a bet.”
seven
Fern
Ihad to siton my hands on the ride back to my house from the bar to keep from touching Wayan like I’ve been dying to. He’s a temptation I have to be careful falling too hard for.
“Bedroom.” He says, pushing open my front door and handing me my keys.
“Upstairs and to the right.” The words barely leave my mouth before he’s swinging me into his arms and rushing up the stairs as I hold on tight.
With a low growl, he sits me on the bed and begins to undress me. “So beautiful,” he says after removing each piece of my clothing until I’m left wearing nothing but my bra and panties.
He steps back, shedding his boots, socks, and clothes, leaving himself completely naked to my gaze. His body is just as glorious as I remember. I reach out a hand and run it over his firm chest, down his flat abdomen, then finally to his engorged shafts. On instinct, I lean forward and place a kiss on the tip.
“You’re killing me, Fern.” He moans. With a smile, I swirl my tongue over the tip, tasting him like a candy cane. I open my mouth to take him in, but he stops me. “Enough. I’m not going to last very long if you keep that up.”
With a pout, I reach behind and unhook my bra, letting it slide down my shoulders. I slide it the rest of the way off and drop it on the floor. My panties follow as I lift my hips and slide them down until they pool at my feet and then fall to the floor. “Make love to me, Wayan.” I bite my tongue, knowing I shouldn’t have phrased it that way, but I couldn’t help myself.
His growl fills the room as he pounces on me, pinning me to the mattress with his large body. “It’s my turn to torture you.” One of his hands cups my breast, kneading it with just enough force that I can’t decide if it’s pleasure or pain I’m feeling. His other hand slips between our bodies. His fingers searching and finding my clit. The first swipe across the little nubbin causes me to archmy hips. The second has me wiggling beneath him, begging for him to take me. The third swipe has me fighting off the too-soon orgasm that’s threatening to wash over me.
“Wayan.” I moan as his lips touch my cheek, then down the side of my face to my neck, before landing on my nipple. He swirls his tongue around the tight bud, gently nipping at it.
“You taste so sweet.” He murmurs against my skin. He slides two of his fingers into my tight pussy, causing my arousal to coat his fingers. “Such a good girl, getting ready to take my huge cock.” He pumps his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm at first, letting my body adjust. His fingers pick up speed as his thumb rolls over my clit, causing my body to tighten as I come all over his fingers and hand. “Good girl.” He kisses his way up my body until his lips are back on my cheek. If I shift my head to he right, his lips will be on mine. I shake the thought out of my head. Rule number one: no kissing on the mouth. Instead, I kiss his cheek right above his beard.
His shaft presses against my entrance, demanding entry. “I’m ready for the tip,” I whisper in his ear.
“Looks like I’m going to have to remind you, I said if you got the tip, you were getting the whole cock.” And with that, he pushes forward until he’s deep inside of me. “Are you okay?” He asks, pushing my hair out of my face.
“More than okay. Now move.”
He laughs at my command. “As you wish.” He pulls back until he’s almost completely out of me before pushing back insidewith slow, teasing strokes. “Like this?” He feigns innocence even though he knows exactly what torment he’s causing me.
“Faster.” I wiggle my hips, trying to get him to move faster.
“How about this?” He increases his pace, but not enough to satisfy me. I’ve waited my entire adult life for this moment, and now that it’s here, I want it hard and fast. I squeeze my inner muscles, holding tight until he gives in and moves faster and deeper. “That’s cheating, you know.” He places his forehead against mine.
“I know, so sue me.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest, vibrating my body. “A spanking is more like it.”
