“Yes. Well, that and eating your pussy, fucking your mouth, being inside of you, falling asleep with your nipple in my mouth.” I lean in close enough that our lips barely brush, and my breathing goes ragged from the effort it's taking to restrain myself.
She sucks in a breath and holds it. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Well, what’s stopping you?” She sticks out her tongue and licks my lower lip.
I groan and then pull my head back.
“Right now, those raw onions you put on your hotdog,” I deadpan.
She throws her head back and laughs.
She’s exquisite. Her dress fits her like she was sewn into it. Her long legs are bent at the knee and tucked under her. The black silk of the skirt splits to reveal her luscious thighs. The bodice wraps her torso and tiny breasts so tight I’m jealous that it gets to be so close to her skin. Her shoulders and neck and arms are bare and glow.
She smells like fresh flowers. I bet she smells good everywhere.
“Full tint,” I speak to the car’s AI assistant.
The windows of the car tint. “You have one hundred percent privacy, Kwame.”
She gasps. “That issocool.”
I kneel in front of her and place a hand on each of her thighs.
She trembles at my touch but untucks her legs and puts one on either side of me.
My breathing is ragged. My mouth is watering. “I should have asked before I touched you.”
“You have my permission.”
Her husky voice makes my dick so hard. I press her thighs apart, and she offers no resistance.
“You’re so soft.” I slide my palm down her stomach and cup her pussy. The lace of her panties is warm and damp. I pull my hand away and lift it to my nose. “What are you doing?”
“I want to smell you.” I look up at her and slide my hands up and then in between her thighs. My fingers brush against soft skin, hot anddamp, and she whimpers. “Get a preview of what's to come.”
She closes her eyes and slumps in her seat. “Definitely that,” she pants.
“I want to kiss you but…”
“But the onions.”
I shake my head. “I was kidding about those. That couldn’t stop me.”
“Then what?”
I drop my head and press her thighs as far apart as the seat will allow. I kiss the soft inner skin on each of them and slide the scrap of silk down her hips and all the way off. “I like the way you keep your pussy trimmed.” I run my fingers along the light dusting of hair on her mound.
She rolls her hips. “Don’t tease me.”
“It's not a tease. It's an appetizer. Public fornication is a crime.”
“Being good is no fun.”
“Spoken like someone who’s never been caught.”
She taps my chest with the tip of her finger and smiles up at me. “You’ve caught me. Now, make me pay for my crimes.”
