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“Coffee sounds great. What can I do to help?” I asked.
“How about finding something on television that we can watch,” she replied.
“Like a movie?” She nodded and I asked, “Any suggestions?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t torture you with a chick flick, but I’m not a horror film watcher either. I’ll never sleep if I watch one.”
“How about a comedy?” I asked.
“Perfect.” She left me in the living room and went to make our coffee. When she returned, she handed me my cup. I took a sip and was surprised that she remembered how I took it. Milk with two sugars. “You make a good cup of coffee.”
“Thank you.” She sat down beside me and asked, “Did you find something to watch?” I nodded. She said, “The television’s not on.”
“That’s right. I decided there wasn’t anything I wanted to look at more than I wanted to look at you,” I said truthfully. I put my cup down on the coffee table, then took hers from her and did the same. “Randi, I’m not in the mood for coffee or cheesecake.”
“What…are you…in the mood for?” she asked softly.
“This,” I said, reaching up, cupping her face in my hands and drawing her lips to mine.
She sucked her breath as our lips connected, but she didn’t pull back. I kissed her gently, slowly, enjoying how soft they were. Then I traced her lips with mine, teasing her to open for me. Randi met me with a new eagerness. She opened her mouth to me, and then she took control, her tongue doing the exploring.
I reached out and pulled her closer, lifting her to sit on my lap. Randi moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck kissing me passionately. It ignited a hunger within me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was beyond just a want, it was a raw need coming from deep within my soul. I needed to touch, taste, feel, all of her.
There was a condom in my wallet, so protection wasn’t an issue. But I didn’t want Randi to feel pressured. We’d spent a lot of time talking about many things, there was just one topic we avoided. Us.
Breaking the embrace, but not letting her go, I said, “Randi, I want you to know that when I suggested dessert at your place, I wasn’t planning on this.”
“Neither was I,” she replied.
“I just don’t want you to feel like I’m…pressuring you.” I don’t want you to think I’m anything like Bob.
“Sam, if there is something I don’t want to do, don’t worry, I have no problem speaking up.” She ran her hand down my chest and adjusted herself so her hand could move lower, stopping on the bulge of my jeans. “And if there is something I want I have no problem letting you know either.”
“Tell me, Randi, what do you want?” I asked, my voice husky with need. Even through the jean fabric, my cock could feel the pressure of her hand, and ached to be released from its confines.
“I want you…to,” she kissed my jaw, “carry me to my bedroom,” then my neck.
And make sweet love to you all night long.
Holding her close, I stood up with her still in my arms. “Where?” I asked.
She pointed down the hall. “Last door on the left.”
With long strides, we were in her room. Placing her on the bed, I strained to see her. The room was too dark, so I reached over and turned on the lamp beside her bed. “I want to see every beautiful inch of you,” I said.
I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on a chair, kicked off my shoes and came to stand in front of her again.
“You seem to be…overdressed,” I said.
Randi lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on top of mine. “Better?”
“A little.” I hooked my thumbs under her bra straps and slipped them down her shoulders. Randi reached behind her back and unhooked it, letting it fall free in my hand.
It dropped to the floor as I cupped her bare breast. She moaned as I brushed my thumbs over her hard nipples. My cock throbbed when she arched her back pressing her breast against my bare abdomen.
Fuck, I want you.
Randi reached around me and grabbed hold of my ass, pulling my hips hard against her. “Now I think you have too many clothes on,” she said. “Would you mind if I helped you out of them?” she asked seductively.
