Page 17 of The Dating Experience

Her eyes widen as saucers, and my breath halts with anticipation and fear. What if she says no?

“What?”

I lean close, whispering to her, “Come home with me. Our lessons aren’t over yet. There are still so many things I want to do to that perfect little body of yours.”

When I pull back, she has her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes are in thinking mode, but every second that goes by, it seems she is getting close to her decision. I’m about to say she doesn’t have to decide now when she starts to nod.

“Yes,” she says, putting her hand on my knee. “I’ll go home with you. God, I want that more than anything. So much more.”

Instantly my cock goes hard in my trousers, and I feel my heart expand three sizes.

I lean forward and give her a gentle kiss. When we part, the look on her face is one of happiness. Her pearly whites show, and her eyes are bright.

Fuck, I need this woman in my life.

We get up, and I adjust my cock before we say goodbye to the family.

Poppy’s mom, dad, and sister hug her as she tells them we’re leaving. Her dad comes over to me and shakes my hand.

“It’s been great meeting you, son.”

“Thanks.”

Being called “son” by this man makes something twitch in my chest. I’ve been alone for quite some time. My parents have passed, and I’m an only child. I haven’t been a son in years.

I shake off whatever weird feeling I have and take Poppy’s arm. My fingers slip down her spine until I reach the back of her opening and slip my fingers slightly inside, just to tease her. I feel her shiver, and I can’t help the shit-eating grin on my face. I love teasing her. I love the way she blushes and bites her lip.

Before we get into the car, I spin her around, pinning her to the passenger side door. I cup the back of her head and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close as I press my lips against hers. I gently open her mouth and slip my tongue inside. She grips the lapels of my jacket and runs her leg alongside mine. Her moans are music to my ears.

“Have you ever been fingered in public, my love?” I pull away and whisper in her ear.

She shakes her head.

“Good, another first for me. But I won’t do it now. I need to be inside you again.”

I pull open the door, and a dazed Poppy slips inside.

I notice how she shivers when I call her “my love.” Honestly, the first time I did it, it wasn’t planned. It just came out, but it felt so right.

During the drive to my place, I can feel the sexual tension start to rise. I place my hand on her thigh, rubbing my thumb in circles over her smooth skin. I can feel her slowly creep my hand up her leg as I drive. It was subtle, but I could feel the heat coming from her pussy. And that’s where she stops.

She swallows audibly, and I mentally dare her to keep going. She’s been getting braver since her first phone call to the agency. She told me she always plays it safe, but now she’s trying to get out of her comfort zone. My hand twitches, and I look her over. We lock eyes, and I nod, telling her it’s okay, and she gives me the final inches before my hand is pressed against her centre.

I try to focus on the road, but it’s hard as she grinds on my hand. She’s so fucking warm, and I can only imagine the look of pleasure on her face. I curl my fingers over her knickers and hear her gasp.

So I do it again.

Wetness seeps through the cotton as she becomes more and more aroused. She’ll be soaked by the time we get to my place. My cock is rock hard under my pants, and I can feel drops of pre-cum drip onto my thigh. I typically have a lot of self-control. But not with Poppy. She’s managed to turn everything upside down. Now, not only am I willing to give my heart to someone I’ve only met twice, but I could possibly come in my pants without even touching myself. I need to hear her whimper and feel her heat somewhere on my body.

The pull into my parking lot is messy, I’m definitely crooked, but I don’t give a fuck. I need her. My eyes are blinded by lust as I pull my hand away, and we go inside. As she turns the lights on in the living room and takes off her shoes, I take this moment to calm the fuck down. I look up, counting the tiny black dots on the gypsum ceiling.

“Tyler,” I hear Poppy say, her voice breathy and oh-so seductive. I look straight forward and see her leaning against the glass door that opens to the balcony. She’s barefoot. Her chest is pushing out as she leans. Her eyes have that come-hither look that has me stalking straight for her.

I place both hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

“What is the next lesson, Sir?” Poppy asks.

I growl.

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