Page 100 of Love Undecided
I raise up to kiss him. “So incredible.” I breathe into his mouth, our lips barely touching. My tongue sneaks out and runs over his bottom lip. His hands cup my ass and he pulls me against him. “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker,” he groans.
I start laughing, I couldn’t have heard him right because it sounded like he was quoting John McClane. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. Just thinking about something from earlier today,” he says.
“Were you watchingDie Hardagain?” I ask.
“No, it was a conversation that Ethan and I had,” he said.
I stretch my body against his, loving how we feel together. “I’m not sure if I should be happy that you think about Ethan and the conversations the two of you have had when you’re fucking me.”
He pulls at my hips and I feel that he’s already hard again. “Does that feel like I’m thinking about Ethan?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe the two of you have grown closer in the last year. Maybe I need to show you what you’d be missing.” I rub against him and feel myself getting wet again.
“Don’t get me started again, at least not here.” He grins.
“Or what?” I ask, wiggling against him. He smacks my ass, hard. I reach up to caress his cheek. “How did I ever think I could let you go?” I ask him softly, my eyes searching his. I see the love in his eyes as he leans in to kiss me again.
“It wasn’t my idea,” he says.
“No,” I say. “I guess it wasn’t. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.”
“I’m glad I was able to fuck some sense into you,” he says smiling. “But no more talking about the past. Right now, I’m going to take you home and I’m going to worship every inch of this luscious body.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Oh yeah,” he says.
Then he leans down to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make you come with my fingers, then I’m going to lick you clean. Then you’re going to come again from my mouth.”
I shiver against him as he describes what he’s going to do, his breath hot against my cheek.
“Then you’re going to ride me so hard that you come all over my cock,” he continues.
“Uh huh,” I pant.
“Then you are going to hang on to my headboard while I fuck you from behind until you come again.”
“Ok,” I whisper.
“Then, and only then, will I let you rest up for round two.”
I turn my head and kiss him hard. My panties are drenched.
He pulls back from me. “Lets go before I lose control and fuck you against this wall again.” He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the parking lot across the street.
“Wait,” I say. “I need to get my purse, Remi has all my stuff.”
“It’s all been taken care of,” he says. “She’s going to put it in your house and lock up after.”
It dawns on me. “Oh my God, you’re who she was texting!”
He has the courtesy to look embarrassed. “Guilty. But it was me who approached her, so don’t be angry with her.”
“I won’t. I’m not,” I say. “Especially not when I’m riding high on the bliss that is post multiple orgasms.”
He laughs. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll even finger you on the way home.” He pulls me toward him and kisses the top of my head.
I look up at him, smiling, “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!”
