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“That sounds perfect,” I sighed.
Without the extreme anxiety and trepidation of the first leg of our trip, my attention drifted, reveling in the sensations of time and space, muscle and man, proximity and pursuit.
Lucky
A different brand of tension marked the ride back home. It wasn’t often I took a woman out on my bike other than one of my sisters, and even that was rare.
Having her behind me on the bike, not just close but wrapped around me, not only responding to my movements but moving with me, sharpened my desire to feel her move with me as I gave her pleasure and brought her release.
Seeing her open and vulnerable, her face tipped up to the sun, sated and relaxed, lit a craving inside me to elicit that expression again and again. On my bike, in my bed, every fucking day of her life.
When Barrett told us about Willa, I was pleased for him though I didn’t understand it. I laughed when Lenny fell so fucking hard for Junie, having no idea of the mix of pleasure and pain one woman could render.
A heady mixture, the potent opposition between pleasure and pain driving me homeward. I wanted to take her out on the town and tie her to my bed. Kiss the tip of her nose and tongue-fuck her mouth. Run my fingers through her hair and wrap her ponytail around my fist. Draw on her back until she fell asleep and slap her ass until she couldn’t breathe. Suck on her clit, drive her to her knees, fill her with my cum, spill myself on her breasts, take everything she had to give and pay her back tenfold, one hundredfold, a thousand-fucking-fold.
I wanted to see behind those eyes, know her secrets, seek her truth.
I rolled up the driveway and her hands dropped from my stomach to rest on my thighs, her fingers flexing as she shuddered against my back.
I took the keys out of the ignition and covered her hands with mine.
“You ready?” I asked, my voice gritty with need.
“Yes.”
Her voice was breathy. She understood the question, answered it, and I wouldn’t risk a different answer by asking again. Tension buzzed loudly between us as I ushered her into the house, making the lack of conversation unnoticeable.
With my hand at the small of her back, I guided her to the stairs.
She stopped and offered me a cool little smile over her shoulder. “I take it this means we’re not going out to eat?”
“Oh, I’m eating,” I assured her darkly, giving her a little push. “And I’ll take you out to eat later.”
She turned and headed up the stairs, her round hips swaying in front of me.
I ran my hand over the curve of her hip. There were so many ways I wanted to take her. Facing her first. I grasped her hips and gently squeezed. Pulling her hips up and driving into her from behind.
“Or we can order in,” I mumbled. I wondered how much she’d let me do tonight.
Her light, tinkling laugh filtered back to me, and I grinned. She was an enigma, a gift. Layers upon layers and I planned to remove every single one.
She stepped inside my bedroom for the first time and turned to face me.
Seeing her in my most intimate space set off a craving to get her under me as soon as possible. I stalked towards her, forgetting my plan to go slow, but checked myself when I encountered her palm pressed firmly against my chest.
Meeting her eyes, witnessing that flash of insecurity, stopped me in my tracks. I rocked back onto my heels and steadied myself.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “You’re in charge,” I assured her. “Only as far or as much as you want.”
“Condoms,” she asserted.
“Of course,” I agreed.
She trailed her palm over my pectorals and tweaked my nipple through my t-shirt.
My cock jerked and my eyes locked onto hers.
“No one else?”
