Page 25 of The Yips

Kelsey got quiet again. Oh, to only be able to get into that head of hers. “You can, you know,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What can I do, Kelsey? I’m going to need you to be very specific.”

“You can do all of that: touch me, kiss me, take me out, pursue me.”

My mouth went completely dry as I looked my fill, my stomach flipped, blood rushing to my groin.

“Tell me, Angel, is that the natural color of your lips, or am I about to fuck up your lipstick.”

“It’s natural,” she whispered and moved almost imperceptibly closer to me; I might not have noticed if I wasn’t hyper-aware of every single move she made. I took her face in my hands and brought my mouth a hairsbreadth from hers.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she licked her lower lip. I hesitated only long enough to realize that this woman was going to wreck me, and I didn’t give a fuck. She groaned when our lips met. I growled like a goddamned animal, my control snapped. I took her mouth hard and fast. Her mouth opened to my assault, her hands tangled in my hair, and she tugged me toward her. I only then realized that the car had stopped in front of the restaurant. I reluctantly pulled away and rested my forehead onhers, took a few deep gulps of air, and told my dick to calm the fuck down.

“Aren’t you going to get out and open my door?” she asked.

“Angel, I need you to look down in my lap. I need a minute before embarrassing myself in front of all these nice people.”

Her eyes widened as she took in the image of my dick straining against my dress pants. “That’s just from a kiss?”

“If you want to call that ‘just a kiss,’ I’ll need to up my game.”

Kelsey’s gaze flitted to the restaurant door and then back to my lap. “I have an idea. I’ll leave the car, and you can slide out behind me. I’ll walk in front of you so no one will see. The restaurant should be dark enough.”

And that’s how I ended up being led by Kelsey like a teenager, and instead of subsiding, my arousal became more painfully obvious. Once Kelsey opened the door and allowed me to touch her, she opened like a flower. We sat in an intimate, U-shaped booth with high backrests and ample privacy. Her hand rested on my thigh as she leaned affectionately toward me, and when she said something incredibly adorable, I kissed her on the forehead. She nuzzled into my neck, breathing in my scent and releasing a low moan.

We finished our meal and turned down dessert; her hand had climbed up my thigh, my erection practically begging for release. “If you move your hand any higher, I’ll need to steal a napkin to hide the mess in my pants.”

Of course, she took that as a challenge. “So, what you’re saying is that it’s fine for me to spend the night in damp underwear, but you won’t do the same for me?” She asked innocently.

“Kelsey, baby, are you saying you’re wet for me?”

She met my gaze head-on, her guileless eyes as wide as saucers. “Soaked.”

With that, I hopped out of the booth, reached down, and tugged her after me. She giggled playfully. There was a brief flash as a photographer recognized me when I left the restaurant. I wasn’t usually tabloid fodder, but there was occasional Page Six interest after my parents divorced. I slid her into the car, practically skipping to the other door.

When I slammed my door shut, I pressed the privacy divider and dragged Kelsey over to me. Our mouths met, crashing together with pent-up desire from over two hours of foreplay. My hand snaked up her skirt, only then realizing that she had on stockings with garters.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get you back so I can see these on you. Are we doing this tonight?”

“Mhm,” she moaned against my mouth, spreading her legs wider as she tried to palm my erection in her hand.

“Uh oh, no, baby. I need you to use your words. Consent. Do I have your consent? Can I fuck you tonight?”

She pulled away and met my gaze. “Yes.”

“Can I go down on you?”

She nodded again, “Fuck, yes.” God, I loved her enthusiasm.

“Is there anything you aren’t sure of?” There was no way I was going to chance pushing this woman too far; every fiber of my being screamed at me:Keep, Keep, Keep.I already knew that once would never be enough with Kelsey.

She blushed, “I’m not sure if I want you to touch my nipples. They might leak or spray.”

“Fuck, that would be hot.” I blinked hard, the image ingrained in my mind. Yes, I’d never once thought about breast milk before, but now I thought I might have a milkfetish. “Let me know if you change your mind. Hands off unless you give me the green light. Ok?”

“Sam, how about you? What can I do to you?”

“I’m not going to say no to anything you want to do to me.”

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