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I definitely want him to come home with me though.

He settles up while I down my last glass of wine, and he walks me to the door when we get back to my house. I’m looking down at my keys, pretending to find the one I need and prolonging the moment. I’m never this shy about a guy coming in after a date. I look up at him, key poised at the door.

“I had a great time, Rowdy.”

He sighs, “I suppose I’ll just have to get used to that name.”

“If you want a second date you do.”

“Huh, call me ‘Rowdy,’ then.” He tips his hat.

There’s a pause when I’m looking at him and he’s straightening his hat. I can’t stop myself from flinging my free arm around his neck and kissing him. He kisses me back without missing a beat, his tongue parting my lips and his arms around my waist.

I put the key in the door lock and turn it, hoping he’ll step forward as I step back. He moves with me seamlessly, his mouth never leaving mine. Once we’re inside, and he shuts the door with his foot, I turn on the light, and I know that this is the beginning of the best part of this date.

Chapter 9

Parker

When did her shirt come off? Fuck, I don’t even care. She’s undoing my buttons, and I’m cursing myself for ever choosing to wear a button-down shirt on this date. As soon as my arms are free of my sleeves, they’re around her. My hands are all over her. Plus, I’m a bit disappointed that her leggings are still covering that ass.

I feel her fingers on my bare chest, and I have to stop myself from shivering in anticipation. Her hands are adept, her touch perfectly aimed to throw me into a frenzy. Although, I exercise some self-control. My mouth is still on hers as she steps back through the living room, and I step forward with her.

The hallway is dark, but she knows where we’re going. I don’t know why we didn’t stop on the couch a few steps back. I’m sureI’ll find out soon enough. All I really want is for this night never to end. There’s so much I want to do to her and so little time to do it. If only I could freeze time and do it all.

She pulls me into a room midway down the hall and turns on the light. It’s her bedroom, of course. Her mouth disconnects from mine, and I watch her walk over to the bed, switching to a hop as she pulls off her leggings. Her panties are black lace. I can’t wait to rip them off and taste the juices underneath.

I’m not sure what her plan is here, yet I let her take the lead. It is our first date, after all. She curls her finger at me. I’m glad to obey the direction, moving toward her without trying to seem too eager. She stands by the bed as I come closer, then gestures for me to sit. A part of me can’t believe we’ve gotten to this point without saying anything.

I’m standing right next to her, and she leans over to reach into a drawer for her bedside table. She’s in such a great position for me to grab her hips and go deep. It occurs to me that she already has something in mind, though. When I see her straighten up with a band of fabric in her hands, I have an idea of what that might be.

It’s taking every ounce of my strength not to run my hands up her torso and caress those beautiful perky breasts that have been exposed too long without me touching them. Tess wraps that band of fabric around my head, and I can’t see them anymore.

“What are you…” I try to ask.

She puts a finger to my lips.

“Shhhh.” Her voice is so soft. “Just let yourself feel what’s happening. Let your other senses take over.”

I do as she says, reaching out to the sound of her voice. Her fingers connect with mine, and her lips are on mine again. It feels different. Everything is more intense. Her fingers run down my neck and onto my chest. Her mouth moves with them. I reach out my other hand to connect to her and close it over her breast when I successfully find what I seek in the dark.

She lets out a tiny sound, and I feel her lips stop on my chest as her hand lets go of mine. I don’t waste any time moving my other hand lower to where I know those panties cover that already soaked pussy. She lets out another sound and moves her lips back up to my neck.

“Do it,” she whispers in my ear.

Her mouth closes over my earlobe and sucks as my hand moves under her panties. Two fingers slide inside her wet channel. She moans against my ear and kisses my neck again, nuzzling against me. I stroke her slowly, taking my time to feel every fold of her wet skin. When I get to that apex, the small bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy, I hear her breathing get faster.

That’s when I let loose. I add a third finger and start pumping into her. She brushes her teeth against my shoulder and moans into my skin. I don’t forget that my other hand is on her tit and Imove my fingers to concentrate the pressure on her nipple. Her head tilts back at that, crying out.

I pump harder, faster, stopping every few seconds to run circles with a wet finger around her clit. We’re standing, but I know my ass is against the bed. It feels like she opens herself further to me and braces herself with her knees on the bed on either side of my hips. I feel her come all over me, and I don’t stop.

I revel in her orgasm, stroking her slowly as she rides my hand until she’s finished. She leans forward and kisses me then. I pull my fingers out of her and feel her knees rest as she straddles me completely. All that separates us now is my jeans and this damn blindfold. She moves her lips down my neck again, and I feel her hands at my waistband.

Both of my hands fall, and I rest them on the bed behind me. She gets my belt and buttons undone and when my pants fall, I kick them off, my boxer briefs with them. Naked in front of her, I feel her hand on my thigh. She’s drawing this out. I’m impressed.

Her lips move down my chest, and they don’t stop. Her hair grazes my bare chest and continues lower until I know she is kneeling in front of me, her head right at the level of my dick. My hardness fills her palm, and she wraps her digits around it. She strokes and then guides me into her mouth. I’ve never done this blindfolded before.

She moves her hand on me with her mouth, running her tongue along the head of my dick while she does. My hands are in her hair next and it’s like that spurs her on. I can’t see how she’smoving, but I can tell she knows what she’s doing. She moves faster and faster, working her tongue, using one hand to stroke and the other to brace herself by holding my hip.

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