Page 25 of The Heiress

Is she playing off being mad? Or is she really okay with what I said?

There were so many ways that could’ve gone. Lorde could’ve pointed out that she paid for a hotel room. She could’ve pointed out how far we’ve gone before tonight. She could’ve called me several things based on how “easy” I was with others I’ve been with. To my pleasant surprise, she doesn’t do any of that. When I first met this woman, I would’ve expected nothing less.

“You’re okay with that?” I tilt my head in disbelief. “I was afraid you would be angry.”

Her hands touch my shoulders. “Why would I be angry?” she asks. “I want to be with you, Daze. I don’t care what we do. We could rent some video games to play for all I care. You want to have sex? I am so ready. But if you’re not comfortable with that right now, we don’t have to… as long as…”

Uh-oh. There’s that tone in her voice. The one I usually get angry at. “As long as what?”

She pulls me firmly into her embrace. “As long as I get as many kisses as I want.”

One kiss quickly turns into frantic lovemaking. The kind of lovemaking you experience with someone who truly matters. It doesn’t even have to include taking off your clothes, although Lorde’s hands paw me like she can’t wait to rip off my dress and have her way with me. As we kiss, I think of how I want her to do it. I want it hard. I want it fast. I want it rough. I want this terrible playgirl to have me every which way to the next day. Every time I’ve fantasized about what Lorde can do to me, I’ve gone from 0 to 60 thinking about the way she could throw me down on a bed and make me feel like the most owned woman in the world.

That’s one of many reasons I don’t think I’m ready tonight. I’m so emotionally vulnerable after all that’s happened that I don’t think my heart could handle it, even if my body could. I want things to slow down. I want to see how this woman makes love.

“Do you like kissing me?” she murmurs, hands pulling up my skirt and tugging on my silky underwear. “Because I’ve noticed that once you start, you have a hard time stopping.”

“Same thing could be said to you,” I retort. All this talking means less kissing. So not fair. “You’re a good kisser, but you knew that already, didn’t you?”

“Hey, it takes two to make a great kiss.” She pulls away, her last kiss still lingering on my lips. “I can’t pull all the weight around here. Your ability to put in your share is noted.”

Lorde pulls her shirt up over her head. Hello, cleavage. I haven’t seen you since the day I went to your apartment! Starting to rethink my policy tonight…

“Now you’re trying to entice me.”

“You mean I have to try?”

I put my hands on her chest, letting them roam the top curves of her breasts in her bra. “When do you get the time to work out?”

“I only take two days off a week for rest.” Lorde’s playing with my hair, although I think it’s an elaborate ploy to get to my zipper. “Otherwise, I spend at least two hours a day in the gym. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Helps clear my mind. And it scores me chicks.”

She’s looking at me with that knowing gaze that saysLike you, Daze.Yeah. Like me. I feel like such a cliché when I say that a girl with a body like this turns me on. Lorde is a healthy balance between staying fit and looking like a professional bodybuilder, which isn’t my type. Strong, but not going to crush me, you know?

“I need to work out more. I’m not going to have this metabolism forever. What if I wake up on my 25th birthday and I’ve gained thirty pounds?”

“You would still be hot. In fact, I will pencil it into my schedule to make sure that’s the first thing I tell you after happy birthday.”

“You’re already planning that far ahead?”

“Hell yes, I am.”

I’m only twenty. That means Lorde’s already thinking about being with me for another five years… maybe longer…

That’s it. I’m unzipping my dress and joining her in the no-shirt club. Boom. Before Lorde can say “nice rack!” the bust of my dress is dropping to my waist. I hope she likes navy blue bras, ‘cause I sure do.

“Nice. Rack.”

It’s a pushup bra, so you know what that means… I look way bigger in the chest than I am. When I look at myself in this type of bra, though, I feel so sexy, even if it’s for me. I may be a C-cup, but my weight is distributed in a way that makes me look smaller than that. I don’t doubt that as I get older, things will fill outmore, but for now, at the ripe age of twenty and a few months in change, I’m gonna give myself all the boosts I can get, especially if it makes this amazing woman lust after me.

“Glad you appreciate the female form as much as you do.” I act like I’m going to shimmy out of my dress, but I’m doing it purely to make my breasts shake in their cups. I catch my reflection in a nearby mirror. Shit, I’d be into me right now! “Except I don’t want to give you the whole package tonight. Take off all the clothes you want, Lorde, but my bra is staying on. Cups up and everything.”

“But I can rip off your panties?”

“You can rip them off and keep them.” I lift my skirt so she can see my black pair of delicates. “Let’s leave something to the imagination, though.”

“Don’t know how. Your nipples stick out like crazy.”

I look down. She’s not wrong. I’m already so aroused that my nipples are pitching tents in my bra like Lorde’s are about to put up a whole campsite inherbra.

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