Page 17 of Valentine's Day Daddy

But that can’t be right. I’ve never been tempted to sleep with anybody before. Not seriously anyway. As I sit on the seat beside him, feeling the heat radiating off his body and breathe in the subtle scent of his cologne, I feel a quiver in the center of me. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been and the feelings of desire rising within me are so thick, I’m practically choking on them. For reasons that are as unexpected as they are inexplicable to me, I wanted him to take me home. Or at least ask.

“What is it?” he asks.

"Nothing," I say, and after a beat add, "Do you find me attractive?"

“Very much so.”

“Then why haven’t you… you know… tried to sleep with me?”

“Because they tend to frown upon that sort of thing in public restaurants,” he says.

He flashes me that mischievous grin that makes my heart flutter and stokes the warmth that’s building inside of me. I laugh nervously and look away. He’s so very different from what I expected him to be. He's cocky, yes. And he has a bit of that smarmy attitude I remember all too well from those boys at school. But there’s more to him than that. He’s got facets upon facets I never expected from somebody like him. Facets I never knew he had or could have.

I feel like he sees me for who I am. He’s not just trying to get into my pants, and isn’t interested only in what I can do for—or to—him. He seems to be genuinely enjoying my company as well. And it’s those differences that have not just intrigued me but have endeared him to me in a way. They’ve also combined to help me see him in a different light and have aroused me more than I’ve ever been aroused before. I don’t know if I’m only reacting to the fact that he’s defied every expectation I had or not, but something inside of me shifts.

“What is it?” he asks.

It’s then I do something I rarely ever do in life—I act without thinking. Gripping the lapels of his jacket, I pull him down into a kiss. When Ezra’s lips touch mine, I feel an explosion of heat that travels in a straight line from my mouth down to my toes, stopping at every point in between, and sending an especially electric tingle through my pussy.

Ezra pulls back, his icy blue eyes flaring with desire. “What was that for?”

“Shut up and enjoy it.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says with a wicked grin.

We lean into another kiss, and I feel myself melting against him. Ezra’s tongue swirls languidly around mine and I shudder when I feel his hands sliding up my bare arms. He plants a line of kisses down my neck as he slips the straps of my dress down. His lips leave a trail of fire upon my skin as he pushes the top of my dress down, baring my full, round breasts. I cup the back of his neck and pull him to me as his mouth finds my stiff nipple.

His tongue circles the pert nipple of one breast while he kneads the other with his large, soft hand. I draw in a sharp breath and exhale a low moan as he gives my nipple a gentle bite at the same time he pinches the other between his thumb and forefinger. My body shakes and I writhe beneath his touch, feeling my body reacting to him in ways it’s never reacted to anybody before. Ezra looks up and gives me a sultry smile that makes me quiver as he slips off the seat.

I don’t have time to question him though before he runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up with them. With the bottom of my dress bunched up around my waist, he smoothly slides my panties off and then parts my thighs. The cool air on my hot, wet cunt makes me shiver but makes me smile. Ezra leans forward and buries his face between my legs and when his tongue touches my warm, slick lips, I cry out. He parts my wet folds and drives his tongue deep into me, sending waves of goosebumps marching across my skin.

Ezra laps at my warm, wet center with vigor. He licks at me with a passion I’ve never experienced before in my entire life. A passion that takes my breath away. Writhing beneath him and pressing my wet pussy against his mouth, I grip the back of his head, pulling his hair, and force his tongue even deeper inside of me. Ezra responds by licking me even harder, giving me everything I want and more.

“Oh God, Ezra,” I moan.

I can’t believe this is happening. I didn’t start this night thinking anything sexual was going to take place. Having gone so long without the merest hint of sex in my life, I’d figured I could make it through one night without it. But something about him triggered this visceral, carnal response inside of me. My pussy is throbbing and as he licks and laps at me, every cell in my body is crying out, desperate to have him inside of me.

And when he drives two fingers into me as he nips my clit, triggering the most powerful orgasm that I’ve ever had, that cry to have him inside of me grows into a deafening roar. I thrash and buck on the seat as I come. As I do, Ezra keeps pumping his fingers into me and swirling my clit around in his mouth. My head is spinning, I can barely catch my breath, and I’m shaking wildly, but my body is craving more.

As my orgasm slowly subsides, I bite my bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. That triggers a rational thought in my head, and it makes me pull back from him. He raises his head and slips his fingers out of me and almost immediately, I’m longing to have them back inside of me. The light that filters into the car from the street lights outside makes the juices on his chin—my juices—glisten and gleam. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and I have to push back on the waves of desire that are battering me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I—I’m fine,” I say breathlessly. “I’m just… I shouldn’t have let things go that far. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but I’m not ready to go any farther.”

“That’s fine,” he says as he wipes his mouth and climbs back into the seat beside me.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about,” he says. “You have boundaries and I respect that. I’m not going to push you. We’ll take things at your pace.”

“Take things at my pace? That implies there’s going to be a second date,” I say, flashing him a wry smile.

“There’s going to be a second date,” he says. “And a third.”

“You sound so certain of that fact.”

“I am. I’m very certain.”

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