Page 97 of The Back Forty
She’s still in those jeans, the ones that are tight, high-waisted, flaring at the ankles, and that red top that brings out the rich warmth in her light brown skin. Her hair’s a little windblown from the day, her lipstick smudged, but I think she looks better than she did this morning. Hell, she's always leveling up and it's going to take a lot to keep up with her.
“Do you really want that?” I ask, not because I’m arguing, but because I want her to have the best, first official date of her life with me. Because it’ll be the last first date that she ever goes on.
She flops back onto the bed with a sigh. “Yeah. My legs are tiredfrom all that walking.”
“Good,” I say, grabbing the hotel phone. She doesn't have to tell me twice. I can feed her food then feast on her pussy the way I want to before we fall asleep.
The hotel I picked for us isn’t one of our usual corporate places. This one’s smaller, more romantic. Five stars, a real restaurant downstairs, views of the skyline and the river. I’d planned to wine and dine her, really roll out the red carpet tonight, but I like this better. I like that she’s happy with us having a casual night in.That she doesn’t need flash. That we can order food, curl up, and call it a perfect night.
After we place the order, I slide onto the bed beside her and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. Her body fits against mine as she wraps her limbs tighter.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, brushing my fingers up and down her arm.
“How happy I am,” she says softly, then shifts closer until her leg’s hooked over mine and her cheek is pressed against my chest. “It’s so bizarre. This is all so new, but it doesn’t feel that way at all.”
I smile and kiss the top of her head. “I was thinking the same thing.”
“Is this how it’s supposed to feel?” she asks after a moment. “Like… easy? Like I can breathe and not constantly be worrying about what’s going to go wrong?”
“I think so,” I say quietly. “I wouldn’t know. It’s my first time feeling this way too.”
She looks up at me and grins, eyes sparkling.
“I like holding you. I like… cuddling you. Might be my favorite thing,” I tell her as I kiss her lips gently.
“Oh yeah?” she teases. “Your favorite? Better than… other things?” Her hands drift down over my stomach, then lower, until she cups my dick through the front of my jeans.
I swallow as she palms me, already hard. “Well, Idolike smelling you. And holding you. That counts for something.”
She hums and presses a kiss to my jaw. “So, you wouldn’t prefer if I, I don’t know…” She pops my button and drags the zipper open slowly. “Did something else right now?”
My breath catches as she reaches into my boxers and pulls me out, already thick and hard in her hand.
“Jesus, Lawson,” she laughs softly. “Were you just lying here like this?”
“You look at me, and I’m hard. And if I’m touching you? Superhard.”
She kisses me again, slow and warm, and begins stroking me with steady, teasing pressure. Her grip is firm, her rhythm patient, like she wants to draw this out until I’m undone. It’s so good I could come just like this—her hand on me, her body pressed neatly against mine—but then she pulls back, flips her leg over me until she’s straddling my hips and pushes me flat onto my back.
My cock presses between us, thick and hot as she rolls her hips slowly over top of me.
“Can I try something different?” she asks, breathless.
I press up onto my elbows to watch her. “What’s that, sweetheart?”
Instead of answering, she climbs off me completely, and I groan at the loss, wrapping my hand around my length to soothe the ache as I watch her peel off her jeans and rip off her shirt. She’s left in nothing but a black thong, her full breasts heavy and bare, and I almost lose my damn mind.
“Dani,” I growl. “Come back here and stop teasing me with that body. What are you doing?”
She just smiles completely mischievous and unbothered, and walks to her bag where she pulls out a small black vibrator before striding back over and climbing onto the bed.
She turns it on, and the hum fills the room. I raise a brow as she straddles my legs again and strokes me once with her hand, then runs the vibrator along the underside of my cock. The sensation shoots straight through me like lightning.
“Whoa, now,” I gasp, nearly bucking upward on the bed.
“Just relax,” she whispers, her grin wide as she experiments with the angle and then the pressure. “I’ve always wanted to see what this would do to you. Have you ever used one before?”
"Only on women."
