His eyes are dark, and the anger in them only turns me on more. I reach for the zipper along the side of my dress, and slowly work it down, not taking my eyes off him.
He’s leaning back comfortably, his long legs stretched out, his fly still open, a long finger slides along his neatly trimmed beard. “And your panties too.”
The dress falls and pools to the floor. I reach for the band of my white lace panties.
He bites his bottom lip. “I’m not going to be your toy anymore, Kayla. When we get back home, I’m seeing other women.”
I don’t really like the sound of that. “You’re allowed…” I slowly slide the flimsy fabric over my hips, down my thighs.
His gaze doesn’t leave me. “I know… I am. And why wait… I’m sure I could snag a French hottie.”
He’s pissing me off — I’m sure he could. I don’t like the idea of that either. My panties are on the floor. “Well, tonight, you’re mine.”
“I am. And you’re mine. I’m going to make you forget all about that jerk.”
I inch slowly toward him.
“Stop,” he says. “I want to take you in. Take off the bra.”
I reach behind my back and toy with the clasp. My breasts are revealed and I feel vulnerable under his stare.
He leans back in his chair. “The things I want to do to you…”
I close my eyes. I want him so badly. I can’t remember the last time I was so worked up.
“Spread your hands on the bed,” he commands, “and show me your ass.”
I like it when he’s bossy. I see angry sex in my near future. I do as I’m told.
He slowly makes his way to me, and presses a hand softly on the fleshy part of my rear. “Beautiful…” he whispers. He slides a finger down and around and explores me. When he reaches my sex, I close my eyes and enjoy his touch. “You’re going to miss this,” he says. “When I find someone else and I have to break it off with you.”
A moan escapes me. “I know…”
He presses closer against me and I revel in the weight of him against me. “I’m not like you, Kayla. I’m not afraid of relationships, of getting close to someone.” He pulls at my hair. “But for now, you have me. And I have you.”
He drags his mouth along the length of my collarbone, the sensation of his hot breath against my skin is delicious. He nibbles at the lobe of my ear. “It won’t be easy… letting you go. I’m going to miss your sweet pussy.”
I’m wet under his touch as he trails circles around my clit, teasing. I want to pause time, and get lost in this moment forever. There’s nothing in the world that beats being teased by Oscar.
A low cry escapes me. He’s going to make me come as soon as he stops teasing and finally touches my sweet spot.
He splays a hand on my back and pushes me to the mattress. “Don’t you dare move an inch.”
The sound of him pulling out a condom from his pocket thrills me. He always carries one, always ready for me — he likes to be spontaneous.
In no time, he’s sinking into me and the sensation of him fills me with heat. He feels so damn good. Emotion makes everything so much more intense, and when Oscar gets emotional, I feel every bit of it. He’s right. I am going to miss him. I don’t want him to be with anyone else. I don’t want to share. I want him all to myself.
I’m a spoiled little brat.
