Page 31 of The Last Date

“You’re going to make it very difficult for me to behave myself, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I can’t help it,” she purred. Her fingers trailed along my dragon tattoo as if she were playing with him. “Why did you get this?”

“I was studying in Japan,” I said without thinking. “I completed several levels of a course in record time, and thought I should mark the occasion.”

“What were you studying?” She asked.

“Stuff,” I said, rolling onto my side so that we were face to face. “Also, things. Lots of things and stuff.”

Kissing her gently, it wasn’t just to distract her this time. There was no way I could possibly sleep without listening to her little gasps again.

Pulling her on top of me, her legs were wrapped around my hips and her breasts swayed against my naked chest. Her silky soft pajamas didn’t leave much to the imagination.

As she shifted her hips, settling against me, her mouth fell open in a gasp as she accidentally rubbed right over my erection.

I was impressed that her hand immediately snaked down to grab it. Gripping her wrists, I pulled them over my head. “That is not for you to worry about, angel.”

She stuck out her bottom lip into a crazy pout. “What if I want to worry about it?”

“What if I’d rather worry about you instead?”

Sasha leaned in to kiss me, her lips trailing against mine as she explored the feeling of being on top of me. She seemed to like being the one in charge, even though I had her wrists captured.

Her hips swayed from side to side, grinding herself against me until I could barely see straight.

Flipping her onto her back, my body caged her smaller frame completely. Keeping her hands over her head, I used my free hand to reach up her loose shirt, gently caressing her breasts, lazily circling her tight, hard nipples.

Sasha’s breath was coming in jerky gasps. Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes widened.

“You’re adorable when you’re excited, but you’re never going to sleep when you’re so twitchy,” I said. “I’d be a very bad boyfriend if I left you in this state.”

She nodded emphatically.

My right hand trailed down her stomach, playing with the elastic edge of her pants, then slowly slipping inside. “Is this what you want, Sasha?” I asked, locking my eyes on hers.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Tell me everything you want,” I said, my fingers sliding lower and lower to explore her most delicate skin.

Sasha instantly spread her legs, inviting me in. “I want you,” she whispered softly. “I want you to touch me any way you like.”

“Why is that, angel?”

“Because…”

The pad of my middle finger began circling her tender little nerve cluster.

“...I want to be yours,” she breathed.

Slipping my finger inside her just a bit, her moaning gasp made my dick harder than it had ever been before. Yet I had to focus only on her. The long game. Making her mine forever.

Thrusting in and out slowly, teasing her tiny lips, my thumb caressed her clit gently as she began to tremble.

“You’re already mine,” I breathed against her lips. “You know I need you to be mine completely. Can you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to be mine forever?”

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