Page 71 of Honey, Honey
Out of nowhere a man hurried up to the hostess and grabbed their arm, whispering in their ear, their eyes on me as they did so. And just like that the sour look on the hostess’s face vanished and they nearly tripped over themselves to greet us.
“Mister Sokolov! We are so pleased you chose to dine with us tonight.”
We were seen to a private room where I made sure Honey was comfortable. She ordered off the menu with an excited smile telling me she hadn’t had food like this ‘in a while, I’m so excited!’ When she had the first bite of her meal, she moaned, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. The sound was almost identical to the sound she made when I was going down on her, which I liked. Turning this place into a drive-thru was off the table then, and I made a mental note to bring her back here as often as she wanted.
After dinner, I took her home and when she pointed out the lights with a grin and a soft ‘thank you,’ I kissed her slow and sweet and right in front of her door where her nosey old neighbor was peeping at us through the cracked door she had opened like we didn’t see her. We ignored the woman and went inside Honey’s apartment. It was quieter in here than I remembered, but that was easy without a storm raging overhead.
My eyes landed on the kitchen table and Honey grinned at me when she noticed where I was looking. “Are you up for a repeat?” She asked, dropping her bag onto the floor beside the couch and sauntering over to the table with a sway in her hips. “Daddy?” she asked, looking over her shoulder with a pout.
I groaned, eyes on her mouth. I loved her mouth. “Fuck yes,” I muttered, already following her. We spent the next hour with me feasting on Honey’s pussy, and this time she touched me as much as she liked. I carried her to bed after, tucking her in with a glass of water on her bedside table. And when I left her there was no question in my mind, or hers, that she was my girl.
Being with a woman like Honey was easy. Affection came easily where she was concerned. But what I didn’t get was how she brought that out in me. Why she wanted to give it to me. Because if she was my girl that meant I was her man. I’d fucked up a lot in my life, but this?
This was better than perfect. This shit felt good.
This I was going to protect.
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