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Share Us
“I could eat,” I tell her.
It’s the opposite of what I should say. Sharing a meal with her is not something I should do, since it could lead to other things. To conversation, and then to more touching, and then…
Then she meets my eye, smiling. It’s shaky and a little unsure, as if she doesn’t know she’s so beautiful. She could fill herself with confidence.
“I’ll get started then. Would you like a drink?”
“I’ll get some water.”
“No, I’ll do it. Sit down.”
Her voice shakes again, making me wonder if she’s finding this whole encounter awkward… which isn’t surprising, since I groped her leg the last time I saw her, and neither of us is acknowledging it.
Sitting at the table, I clench my fists on my thighs, promising myself I’ll control my hands. I won’t let this hunger take control.
Her hips shift from side to side as she carries the water over to me. Every inch of her is made for me, just me. Nobody else, ever.
She leans down, placing the water on the table.
My hand rises toward the back of her leg. It’s so wrong. I know it is, but I do it anyway. I literally can’t help myself. I slide my hand up the back of her thigh to her ass, and then I’m lost. I can’t stop. I start caressing her ass. My cock gets somehow harder, the helm threatening to bust my zipper, when she makes a moaning noise, pushing her ass back against me, driving it against my hand.
“Bryson,” she whispers.
She doesn’t have to add the obvious, that we should stop. I hear it in her voice.
“I know,” I say huskily.
I turn my chair so I’m facing her, then take both her hips in my hands. My palms blaze with the feel of her, the closeness. My hands sink deeper into her flesh, and then I guide her back into my lap.
“Bryson,” she moans, an unmistakable pleasure in her voice.
I kiss her neck, tasting her skin as she shifts in my lap, grinding her ass against my hard cock.
“That feels so good,” I pant.
“It does?” she whimpers.
“Yeah…”
I glide my hand up her leg, toward her sex, knowing with every movement I should stop, knowing some part of me is going to regret this even as the rest of me wants nothing else.
She gasps when I push my hand down between her legs. Even through the denim, I can feel the wetness, the heat, the urgency.
I keep kissing her neck, obsessed with the taste of her, the sweat, the everything, just her. It’s like our bodies are talking to each other.
Her hips move quicker, her big juicy ass massaging my dick as I grind my hand on the outside of her jeans.
“Tell me to stop,” I growl, softly biting her neck.
“I c-can’t,” she whimpers.
That awakens the predator in me, making me snarl as I rub her pussy even faster. Then I move my hand to her button. She touches my wrist, and I stop, waiting for her to take control. To end this.
It’s unfair. I’m twice her age. I should know better.
Then her hand falls away, and she moans so I understand, as if telling me she knows she should stop too, but she can’t. She’s just as lost as I am.
I tear her button free, my head in a haze, a small voice whispering we’re at Adam’s table… sitting in one of his chairs.
