Page 29 of The Family Man

She nods. I pull her in close to my side. She smells so delicious, and her skin is soft to the touch.

“Say cheese.” The camera flashes.

“Can you tag us in that pic?” I wanted to see it.

“Sure.” We gave him our Instagram usernames and he was off.

As the credits roll, we, like many of the couples, sit and just enjoy each other’s company.

“This was amazing thank you for bringing me,” she says as she bites into the Snickers and passes it back to me. I bite into it and hope to get a taste of her mouth on it.

This night is more than amazing. I’m having a great time and don’t want this to end. Everything about her brings me comfort. The way she smiles, the way she listens, and I like the way she laughs.

I park the car in front of my house and walk her to her door. I will admit it, tonight was great, I enjoyed her company and even though I have full intentions of getting her to my bed. I enjoyed her outlook on life.

Her shoes click against her stone walkway, I enjoy the subtle sway of her hips and the rolling rhythm of her butt. I wonder if she is nervous. I’m not. I just want to devour her plain and simple. She stops on her top step, turns and smiles.

“Well, this was a lovely evening. Thank you so much, Zac.” She bites her plump bottom lip.

I stare at her, and I say nothing.

Is she wondering if I’m going to kiss her? I watch her fidget with her watch, then her purse, enjoying her mild discomfort.

“Okay, so, um. I should go—”

I’ve had enough. I pull her tightly against me, gripping her waist, and I slide my hand into her hair slowly.

I just look at her, seeing her chest rising in anticipation. I was going to make her weak.

I slide my lips against her soft plump one. Sage takes her hand, slides it up my jacket and pulls me into her.

She tastes like a perfect combination of everything that I’d prepared, sweet and tangy. Well fuck me, I want more.

Letting go of her waist I take a full grip of her ass. Sage doesn’t back down, instead she pushes her breasts against my chest and tiptoes to get more of me. Her moans shoot straight to my cock. I press my erection into her stomach to feel it. She begins to rub against me, making me want to take her right against the door and not care who sees. Shit, the door; we are outside. I break the kiss and lean my forehead against hers.

She shudders and licks her lips. She is still gripping the lapels of my jacket.

“At least now I know what you sound like. No, you don’t sound like a cat.” She ducks her head as I ease up to my full height.

My hand is still on her ass. I like the feel of it. I didn’t want to let it go. My fucking knees feel weak.

“The more you know,” she says, her voice sounding hoarse. She clears her throat. Then lets go of my jacket and smoothes it back into place. As she pulls away, I almost groan from the loss of her ass.

I drop my hands and dig them into my jacket pockets.

“I want to know more about you, and I will find out. Get inside, Sage.” I need her to go inside because her nipples are pointing out, and I want to lift her and carry right into her house.

She nods and says nothing. I know that’s a good sign.

“I will call you sometime. Is that okay?” I ask. I never ask that question to any of my dates.

“Anytime. Oh, please keep the noise down. No more cats,” she says.

No cats. I think she is telling me no other women. I wait for the weight to hit me. The feeling to flee. Nothing. Interesting. I watch her enter her house.

“Close the door before I change my mind and come inside.”

It’s the best I have felt in days. “Just when you think you are too old for your heart to skip a beat it does.”

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