Then I kiss her.
She immediately opens her sweet mouth.
It’s literally sweet now. She tastes like chocolate, sugar, and cookies. I like all of those things. But fuck, this woman is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
And I want so much more.
I meant it earlier when I told her that she gets to decide what comes next. In every way. But I’m done saying stupid shit like ‘casual’ or thinking this is short term or that we’re just becoming friends.
I want her.
However she’ll let me have her.
For however long.
I taste her mouth fully, loving the way she meets my energy perfectly. She kisses me back with enthusiasm, arching closer, her tongue seeking mine, her fingers gripping my shoulders. Her little hums of pleasure fire my blood, and I need her closer.
As if reading my mind, I feel her shift. She pulls her mouth from mine, reaches over and pushes the board with our snacks even further toward the end of the truck, then slides into my lap, straddling my thighs.
My hands settle on the bare skin of her legs, exposed when her dress hikes up, and she cups the back of my neck with both hands, linking her fingers.
Then she kisses me again.
Our mouths are hotter now, the kiss immediately deeper and more urgent.
I run my hands up and down her smooth, bare thighs. She grinds closer. She’s not up against my cock. Fortunately. If she were, she’d not only feel how hard I already am for her, but there would be one of two results. Either I’d flip her to her back and make this first make-out session into something far more intense. Or I’d come in my pants in a way I haven’t since I was a teen.
Neither is ideal.
This is our first official date.
And I don’t intend for either of those things?—
“I have an IUD.”
I pull back so I can look up at her.
Did she just say…
She nods. “I have an IUD. So no worries about birth control. I mean, condoms are important for other reasons. If you want to use those, I’m good with that. I got negative results the last time I tested, but it’s been a long time. But I also haven’t had sex in a long time. Even longer than since I got tested. Obviously. I mean, that’s the point of testing, right? Anyway, I’m fine with condoms. But just wanted to let you know the birth control thing is covered.”
It would really help if more of my blood flow was going to my brain. I would be much more able to have rational, mature conversations if my entire existence wasn’t focused on this woman’s body and my cock at the moment.
Of course, this topic is related.
I clear my throat. “Okay.” I nod. “Yeah. That’s good. We should talk about that. I guess.”
She nods. “We should. I know it’s not romantic, and it kind of kills the hot vibe a little. But we should talk about it before we take our clothes off, because then it will get much more difficult to remember details other than how much I want to lick you all over.”
My brain is still a little slow, but my cock reacts to her words.
I don’t know why this surprises me. Nothing about Mia has been what I expected from the very first minute.
I run my hands from her calves up to her thighs, squeezing gently. “You go from zero to sixty, huh?”
She gives me a mischievous grin that makes my cock ache. “If you think we were at zero prior to right now, we are definitely not on the same page.”
I slide my hands up further under her skirt, and the soft cotton of her dress against the back of my hands is strangely hot. I cup her ass encased in the warm silk of her panties. I squeeze. “Oh, we’re on the same page. But maybe not exactly on the same paragraph.”
