He steps back, deftly sweeping up my hand as he moves. He kisses my fingers, then gives me a serious look. “Then I’ll come to you, and I’ll bring some wool.”
—twenty-three—
Wilson
Seattle
November
As soon as I’m able, I take four days off and fly to Seattle. I rent a car at Sea-Tac Airport under an alias, and arrive at her place mid-afternoon. She has a three-car garage, and one of the doors opens as soon as I text her that I’ve arrived.
She opens the inside door and steps into the garage, backlit by the afternoon sun streaming through her house.
I don’t know what to expect here. This is the first time we’ve done anything like this.
It’ll be the first time we’ve done anything—other than shopping and a single dance—outside of a hotel room.
I’ve come prepared for anything.
Knitting lessons.
Kinky sex.
Sparring.
I’m kind of hoping we do all of the above.
But first, a kiss.
I drop my suitcase in front of her and she leaps into my arms. “Missed you,” she whispers as I trace my fingers up her neck and spear them into her hair, holding her in place for my mouth to show her I feel exactly the same way.
She tastes sweet, like berries, and warm, like a turned-on woman.
I definitely came prepared for that, too. I have her shirt off before we’re even inside. Her shorts are left on the floor of the hallway as she leads me, naked, to her bed.
“Nice room,” I growl as I climb on top of her, jerking her thighs up and open for me. She’s wet, slick and hot already, and I sink right into her.
She gasps and throws her head back.
“Nice house, too.”
She giggles. “You didn’t even see it.”
“Okay, nice bed.”
“Nicer with you in it,” she whispers, tugging my weight down onto her. “Kiss me.”
I slide my tongue along hers, curling and thrusting in time with my cock inside her cunt, and we come together in a fast, hurried climax.
When I roll to the side, I hold on to her, and pull her on top of me.
She exhales roughly and puts her cheek down on my chest.
“So…”
I can feel her smiling in reaction. “Yeah?”
“How was your week?”