Page 155 of Torrid Love
She swats my arm.
“I guess I should thank Joel for saving my panties since you’ll only be able to steal them or rip them apart on weekends when you come out to see me.”
“Smartass,” I say as I pull her to me. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you too,” she whispers.
I take her mouth in a heart-stopping kiss. Our tongues swirl and dance.
I grab a handful of her silky hair, fully aware I just fucked up her fashionable updo. I kiss her with fervor, unapologetic, raw. Desperate, even. I’m fueled by the sad notion I’ll have to go without her lips for a really long time.
Reluctantly, I break our embrace, conscious we don’t have much time left before she has to leave for the airport.
“How do you want it?” I ask, releasing her hair.
“I get to choose?”
“I get final say, but I’m willing to indulge you.”
“You’re too kind,” she mocks.
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“Decisions... decisions,” she taps her chin, her eyes shifting left to right.
“Tick tock,” I joke.
She’s still debating.
“Choose, or I’ll decide for you, Dom.”
“Fuck me hard enough so I feel your cock inside me for the next two weeks,” she says.
She’s come a long way in the last five months. Sometimes, I’m taken aback by her newfound brazenness. Still, I love knowing I’m responsible for bringing out the dirty girl in her.
“That’s not a good enough answer, Dom.”
“Demanding much?”
“You need to be precise, baby.”
She frowns her confusion.
“You want me to take your ass or your pussy?”
Something dangerous veils her blue eyes.
She doesn’t respond.
She’s thinking.
She folds her lower lip between her teeth.
She’s thinking harder now.
“Here?” she finally asks after a long stretch.
“Why not?” I challenge. “The door is locked. It’s not like anyone is going to walk in.”
