Page 48 of Bit's Bliss
“A few minutes.” Desire pooled between my legs when his hardness pressed against my naked bottom. “Trevino?”
“Yes, my little dove?”
“Do you think maybe the first time…?” I wished I hadn’t started the question, because once I said the words out loud, I realized what I was about to ask was the opposite of what Trevino had told me he needed as much as wanted. “Never mind.”
“You’d rather it not be a scene.”
“Sorry. I know?—”
“I’d rather it not be too.” He reached up and swirled my nipple with the tip of his finger, hardening it before switching to the other breast. “Roll to your opposite side so I can see you.”
Our eyes met, and he cupped my cheek. “There’s somewhere I want to take you today.”
“Okay.”
He rubbed my furrowed forehead. “Don’t worry. I predict you’re going to love it.”
What I’d love would be for him to kiss me. Better yet. Put his hand between my legs—or his cock. I was in favor of being patient, but when a woman decides she’s ready to lose her virginity, one would think a man interested in her would be as anxious to take it. Not that I’d say any of that since he made it clear we had to determine ourlimitsfirst.
“Is there something you want to say to me?”
I shook my head.
“I sense you’re frustrated.”
There were at least five things on the tip of my tongue to say, but all were disrespectful. “Aren’t you?”
He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. “You can feel for yourself, little dove.” He left his hand on mine and kept them both still. “Soon, I promise.”
Unless it was in the next five minutes, whatever he was promising wouldn’t be soon enough.
“Come. We can stop and pick up coffee and groceries on our way.” He removed my hand from his penis and rolled away from me.
“Is whining permitted?”
He smiled. “Trust me. That’s all I ask.”
“Can I shower first?”
“Yes, but you can also wait to take one with me.”
Now, I was intrigued. “Does it matter what I wear?” I didn’t have much with me, so I hoped not.
“Wear something comfortable, but bring enough for a couple of days. Oh, and your work boots.”
I kept a pair of Wellington rubber boots in the storeroom at the Stonehouse for the days when I worked in the garden.
We wereon the road twenty minutes later, headed toward the ocean. I wanted to ask Trevino where we were going, but he’d requested I trust him, and honestly, I was enjoying the surprise.
When the main road that went from Los Caballeros to the beach ended, he pulled onto Cabrillo Highway and into the town of Cambria, where we stopped at the gourmet market on Main Street. I so rarely came down here anymore and hadn’t realized how much I missed it.
“Hey, Trevino,” said Louie, who owned the place, when we walked in. “Want me to have my son load your order?”
“Thanks,” he said, stopping at the counter. “If it’s boxed up, you can put it in the truck bed.” He turned to me. “I stocked up, but if there’s anything you’re craving, let’s get that too.”
What I was craving had nothing to do with food. Although now that I thought about it, I was hungry. “Maybe some muffins?”
“You’re in luck. The Olallieberry Diner dropped off our delivery a few minutes ago, and they’re still warm,” said Louie.
