Page 79 of Man Hands
I suck her face right back. In the elevator. The doors slide closed and then I’m all over her and she’s all overmeand…
Fuck.
We’re in anelevator.
“Baby,” Imanage.
“Shut up,” she says. And she kisses my lips, my neck, my ear. Then she tugs open my dress shirt a little at the top and kisses my clavicle, so I push the button to floor number thirty, the penthouse, where Braht has already reservedmyroom.
It’s like he knew orsomething.
Whatever, I’m not questioning itbecause—
I AM GOING TO MAKE SWEET LOVE TO MY WOMAN FOR HOURS, my dickshouts.
Sweetlove?Huh.
Then I nod, and then my face is in her cleavage and my tongue and my hands are doing things, and my dick is so happy he’s humming. Or vibrating. Whatever. Sir Fixit Dick isexcited.
When the doors ding and slide open again, I let her feet slide to the floor and stop kissing her just long enough to look at her so I know she is real. Her hair is mussed and her breasts are heaving against her fucking wrap dress, and I don’t think I’ve ever beenhappier.
Fornow.
But I’m pretty sure I’m going to be even happier in a fewminutes.
“What?”sheasks.
“Penthouse,” I say. “Ihave.Key.”
“Oh. Yes!” And then we’re kissingagain.
There’s the plastic key card, a slide, a fumble, and we fall into the room. I shut the door. She’s undressing me and I’m unwrapping her. It’s Christmas every day with this woman! God, I fuckingloveher.
She stopsabruptly.
“You do?” she asks, and either I said that out loud or she can read my mind. It doesn’tmatter.
“Brynn, yes. God. Somewhere between the boathouse and your fondness for appetizers, I fell for you. Hard. And…I’m in love with you. I want you. I want what we have tobereal—”
She interrupts. “It is real, all of it.” She rips my shirt all the way open, flinging buttons everywhere. It’s very butch, and I know I’ve found the woman for me. She tugs my shirt off so I’m bare-chested, and she is standing there in a push-up bra and these tiny panties that leave too much to the imagination, so I yank on them until she’s free. So much better. I don’t have the patience for imagining anythingwithher.
“I love you too,” she says. “Big love. For your big hands. Out of words rightnow,so…”
I breathe for a minute. I do, because I don’t want to fuck this up. “Can I make love toyounow?”
She tilts her head. “If you mean make love to me by fucking me and really meaning it, then yes. I love you too. Did Isaythat?”
“You did.” I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. She let it drops to the floor. She pulls my pants and boxers down and I kick them off. My dick is at full, uhm, staff. Salute. Whatever. It’s bigger and harder than it’s ever been. So I point to it. “Get onthis.Now.”
44FINALLY
Tom’s Dick
Yes!What he said! Come to papa! Last one inisa…
Ahhhhhh. Right…there.
Finally.
