I bite my lip, my brain working overtime.
What to do? What to do?
The suggestion is insanely naughty and sexy.
I absolutely love it when he goes all alpha on me like this. When he forces me to go commando, I’m usually so wet and turned on by the end of the evening, I don’t know what to do with myself. By the time we get back to our place, my pussy is usually weeping with excitement, we don’t even make it to the bedroom.
You’d think that after living together for two months, we’d get enough of each other. Nope. That’s not the case. I crave him more and more.
However, a tour of a bourbon distillery implies people standing at a close distance. The focus should be on the aroma of the bourbon… not on the scent of my desperate pussy. Decorum demands restraint.
I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it with his response.
“Maybe it’s pushing the envelope for tonight.”
I’m relieved we’re on the same page.
“I won’t demand you remove your panties, and since I have no idea how the distillery is laid out, I’ll nix the idea of a quick fuck. But, I need something to keep me going until I have you all to myself later tonight.”
“Oh, yeah, what exactly do you need?”
His hand travels underneath my dress.
I groan as his fingers trail up my thigh.
His pupils dilate at the sound.
“Rhett… we shouldn’t.” It’s a weak plea, but it’s a plea nonetheless.
“We both know you like a little dirty action outdoors.”
His fingers continue their exploration. He pushes my panties aside, and slides his digits between my pussy lips.
Dear God.
The other downside of not seeing Rhett for long stretches of time is keeping up with his feral nature. This man’s voracious appetite for me is beyond reason. Not that I’d want to change a thing.
My eyes scan the parking lot over his shoulder.
“Want me to stop?” He narrows his eyes.
“This isn’t a good idea.”
“You want me to stop, or not?”
There he goes again with the difficult questions.
His finger skates over my engorged clit.
I gasp.
“You think you’re protesting, but the way you buck your hips, riding my finger, suggests otherwise. Your wet pussy is another giveaway.”
I’m still not immune to the filthy things that come flying out of his gorgeous mouth.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be.
“Admit it, Carina. You like what I’m doing to you.”
