Chapter 28
28
“ I ’ll be your biggest promoter.” I smile, happy she’s cool with the part of my job that affords me my lifestyle.
Sarah Anderson could be my girlfriend if this night keeps going at its current pace. Now that would be something, having our anniversary be Valentine’s Day.
“So, dessert. It’s your time to shine, Sarah.”
“Are you opposed to eating in the living room?”
“I am not,” I say, clearing the table.
“Good.” She stands. “Don’t open the fridge.”
“You’re really building this up.”
“Go sit in the living room.”
I bite my lip, holding back from calling her bossy for a change. Sitting on the couch, my leg is bouncing up and down. This is that awkward transition from being respectful to mauling each other. I hope that’s what she wants right now.
Sarah enters with the tray of chocolate covered strawberries and something behind her back. I love that she is so excited about whatever this surprise is. She places whatever it is on the side of the couch so I can’t see and then puts the tray on the coffee table in front of me.
“Come here,” I say after picking up one of the strawberries. She sits next to me, and I hold it in front of her mouth. She bites it, intentionally sexy. “Mmm,” I hum. “That mouth.”
She giggles, shielding her mouth as she chews. I pull her hand down, crashing my lips into hers. Sarah makes a little noise, and I stop.
“I’m still chewing!”
“And?” I breathe, cupping my hands on her jaw and going back in to kiss her. I taste the chocolate, the tartness of the berry, and the wine. I want to … I need to know what she tastes like.
Pulling her on top of me, her short dress barely covers her ass, and I see a glimpse of pink underwear. “You look so fucking sexy in this dress,” I breathe, running my hands up and down her legs.
“I should take my boots off,” she softly says, straddling me.
I shake my head, grabbing the bottom of the dress. Slowly lifting it above her hips, I watch as she smiles, and I take that as a signal to take it all the way off.
“Fuck,” I growl, seeing the matching pink bra and pantie set. Squeezing her hips, I rock them back and forth on me. “My Valentine,” I breathe before kissing her chest and trailing my hands up her back.
“My surprise,” she pants as my lips make their way to her neck. She leans over but can’t reach the side of the couch. “Hold please.” She giggles, dismounting from me.
“Whipped cream. What’s that for?”
“Depends how creative you are,” she says, grabbing another chocolate covered strawberry and putting it to my lips.
“I have ideas,” I say, before biting down. Holding eye contact with her, I grab the can from her, setting it next to me. “Get back here.” I pull her back on top of me, kissing her collarbone, then the strap of her bra. She pulls my sweater off, and I toss it across the room.
“I’ve been thinking about licking these since the bar,” she says, running her fingers down my abs.
“Give me these lips, sweetheart.”
“Okay, Cherub,” she sasses before wrapping her arms around my neck, and our tongues collide. The heat and intensity builds with every kiss. Lightly pulling my hair, she’s quickly making me hard. I squeeze her breast, then her hip. She starts grinding on my hardness, rocking back and forth. My hands continue exploring. I squeeze her ass, and we’re both breathing heavy. I pull her long brown hair, and she moans into my mouth.
As much as I want to rip her bra and underwear off of her body, we need to wait just a little bit longer.
“I want to feel how wet you are,” I breathe, sliding my hand down her side and playing with the material at her hip.
“Who says I’m wet?” she challenges.
I look in her eyes, trailing my finger along the pink fabric before diving in. I huff, feeling her. “Exactly.” Making slow circles on her clit with my thumb, I press two fingers inside of her. “Ride this hand. Show me how you’re going to fuck me later.”
“Aaron Olson,” she breathes. “You are naughty.”
“Be a good girl ... show me.”
“I hate how much I like it when you say that.”
“No you don’t,” I whisper in her ear, squeezing her ass with my available hand.
Sarah leans back, her hands gripping the back of my neck for leverage. Admiring her, I’m almost in disbelief watching her be completely in this moment with her eyes closed. Moving her hips in circles, she is fucking my hand just like I told her to. God she’s hot when she listens.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “Fuck this hand.” She makes a small moan, and I love it. “Yes. I need to hear it. I need you to come."
Feeling her move up and down on my fingers, I am so turned on by how turned on she is. My thumb goes back to work on her clit, giving her extra sensation as she rides up and down. She whines, soft.
“Yes. Keep breathing. I want you to scream for me.”
“I’ve never done this before,” she pants. “I love it.”
I love everything about this beautiful woman straddling me, riding my fingers. I admire her body move. “You’re so sexy,” just escapes my lips. She is too sexy. So fucking hot.
Tilting her head back, she stops riding.
“Tired?” I ask, picking up her slack and doing the work for her, fucking her with my fingers and keeping firm pressure on her clit.
She huffs a laugh, then breathes, “I’m so close.”
I lightly wrap my hand around her neck, and Sarah reacts with a firm, “Yes. That.” I squeeze, smirking at how we both like being a little rough.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper.
She moans, and I feel her pulse around my fingers. Taking them out, I lick them. “So sweet.”
She rolls her eyes, and I toss her back on the couch. “Please hold,” I tease, standing, having a very naughty idea pop into my head. “I’ll be right back.”