Page 58 of David's Love

ELIZABETH

I can’t believethat I’m here with him and get to see him sitting behind the steering wheel with that mischievous look on his face.

Don’t get me wrong, I like flying charter planes and riding fancy limousines, but nothing compares with having him here with me.

I slide into my seat and lean over to wind my arms around his neck. He smells like mint, sweet tobacco, and smothering spices.

He drapes an arm around my waist and moves his hand up my back until his fingers splay over my neck and thread into my hair.

Goosebumps rise beneath his touch.

His eyes burn like flickering stars.

“Hi,” he says, a sultry grin on his lips, his eyes dipping to my mouth.

“Hi…” I softly murmur, my eyes going to his lips again.

We’re both dressed up.

He told me about this special party, and I followed his suggestions. Sexy, classy dress. All lace. No bra. Tiny panties underneath.

I also wear a short red coat, and my hair is crimson and wavy. Extra time has gone into putting on my makeup, and the way he drinks me in tells me I have passed the test.

He wanted to get drunk on my looks, and I delivered.

Our lips connect, and his hand moves around my waist before sliding down directly to my hemline.

He slides his touch up between my thighs and presses his thumb into my slit while moving his tongue inside my mouth.

This happens faster than I expected.

I had sex on my mind all the way here. It couldn’t not be that way. Sex has been our most sincere form of communication.

We had to connect quickly, but this…

Judging by how fast I get turned on––and how quickly the tension builds, and my sex pulses with pleasure––this might be the main dish tonight.

I shift and prop my shoulder into the back of my seat, my legs slightly parted, pinned toward him.

My hands are on his neck, my lips locked on his, our breaths intertwined.

He runs his finger inside my underwear, stroking my flesh with maximum precision.

“You know we’re late,” he says against my lips, running his finger up, teasing my clit.

“Yes. I do. Should we just skip the party?”

He tilts his head back a little and looks down his nose at me.

“We could do that, but I think you’re gonna like it. Besides, it would be such a shame if all the effort you had put into getting ready for it was for nothing.

“It wasn’t for nothing,” I say, bringing my hand to his face and fanning my fingers over his cheek.

Our eyes connect in a frenzy of anticipation while his hand stalls.

“I missed you like crazy,” I say, and a fire blooms in his eyes.

Gently, he nods, his eyes speaking before his lips do.

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