Page 55 of See You Sometime
Yeah, it was, for sure.
Her eyes…still focused on him. He couldn’t look away, afraid if he did she’d disappear and this would turn out to be some weird adult wet dream transported from his high school years to a middle-age crisis.
He could have stood there all night staring down at her in shock and awe—literally—when she tenderly placed a kiss on the head of his cock and released him from her mouth as she sat back on her heels. She moved her hands, holding his, toward him and he realized she wanted him to help her up, so he did.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Don’teverhesitate to take what I give you when I offer it, Sir,” she softly said, rising up on her toes to kiss him again.
It felt right sliding his hands down her ass, into the back pockets of her jeans. Hell, he could dothisall night with her but suspected he should be a gentleman and at least offer to attempt to try to…
Balls.
Now he desperately didn’t want to disappoint her. Especially when she backed away from him a little, but pulling him with her, her hands around his neck gently tugging. He finally realized what she wanted and when she saw him move, she released him. He took her hand before she grabbed her backpack from the couch and let him lead her down the hall to the master bedroom. He didn’t even bother trying to tuck himself in or anything.
He didn’t want to jinx this.
In his bedroom, she dropped the backpack onto the bed and turned to face him, both hands curling around his again. She squeezed. “I want you to relax, Sir. This isournight.Allnight. No interruptions. Nowhere to be tomorrow.” She smiled. “No parents to bust in on us and—”
In her purse, her phone rang, a custom ringtone.
Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, you havegotto beshittingme!” She dug her phone out and answered it. “What, Dad?”
* * * *
“Just wanted to check in. Everything going okay? Or do you need an easy out?”
She knew it was very likely Axel could hear her dad’s end of the conversation, too, since the room was quiet.
“Um, kinda busy, right now. Can this wait until tomorrow? I mean, if this is not an emergency,seriously, can thispleasewait until tomorrow?”
“You’re not still at dinner?”
“No. We arenotstill at dinner.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Oh.Ohhh. Sorry, kiddo.” He ended the call to the sound of him chuckling.
She couldn’t help it. She started laughing as she set the phone to silent and dropped it back in her purse. “Let’s try that again.”
She turned to him, happy to see a little smile on his face now. She caught his hands once more and backed over to the bed, leading him, sitting and spreading her legs to pull him in close between them.
Which put her face at the perfect height to lean in and kiss his cock again. She wrapped her arms around him, happy when he slid his down her back from her shoulders, gently raking his nails up and down.
Yes.
Her clit throbbed in response.
She got it, his experiences were dramatically different than hers and he felt nervous.
Hooking her fingers through his belt loops on either side, she leaned back, pulling him with her, until his arms were braced on the bed and he was on top of her.
Kissable.
That’s exactly what she did, squirming her way back from the edge of the mattress a little so he’d climb up onto the bed with her.
Now nature seemed to take over. He nuzzled her jaw, down to her ear and back to her chin, along her throat to the hollow at the base. Slowly, exploring, and definitely with an air of caution that when she thought about what she knew about him, she suspected was due in no small part to his ex-wife.
Plunging one hand into his short hair, she nudged him a little lower, to the neck of her blouse, where the top fastened button was screaming to be freed from its bondage.
