Page 29 of Sinister Red
“Real food?” I smile as I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder. “Not just your dick, right?”
At this, my boyfriend barks out a laugh that he so rarely lets fly, revs the engine, and takes off down my driveway. “Gotta make a quick stop at my place, but you’ll get dinner, and my dick, at some point tonight.”
My arms tighten around Sam as he turns onto the dirt road, my heart happy and light.
Today has the potential to be the best birthday I’ve ever had and I can’t wait to spend the bulk of it with the amazing man I get to callmine.
* * *
“Sammy!”I laugh as he carries me through his front door, quickly kicking it shut behind him while he continues to pepper kisses down the side of my neck. “I thought you just had to run in and grab something real quick?”
“Yeah,” he grunts.
“So, why did you bring me with you?”
“Needed to.” Sam crouches a little and locks the knob and the deadbolt, then adjusts so he can slide the chain into place. “Don’t want you out of my sight.”
“And you locked the door because…”
My boyfriend doesn’t answer, just stomps toward his living room and resumes kissing my neck.
Damn him for knowing how much I like it.
Not that I’m really complaining, but I wasn’t joking about dinner, and I’m very curious about what he has planned for us, and stopping at his place wasn’t supposed to happen until later.
I’m ok with it now, though.
Neck kisses basically make everything better, especially when Sam leaves a mark because I like how mad he gets when I cover it with makeup. Always says he has toleave morewhen I do that, and I’m good with any reason for his lips on my body anywhere.
“Sam, what are you—oof!” He drops me onto his couch with a thud, and before I can question him further, my boyfriend has kicked his coffee table across the room and is on his knees in front of me.
Oh boy.
Slowly, Sam lifts the bottom of my skirt, his eyes trained on my chunky sandals as his fingers skim over the straps around my ankles. They caress my skin, barely touching my calves as his calloused palms slide toward my thighs and when his gaze meets mine, I shudder.
Those beautiful pools of green and brown and gold are hooded and dark, his intent clear and soaking my panties without even trying.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Cookie.”
My face heats but I don’t take my eyes off his. “Thank you.”
Sam grins—the same way he always does—at the use of mymanners, but he doesn’t give me a hard time like usual. No, instead my man continues his feather-light touch up the entire length of my leg until his hands are resting on my thighs, then without warning, Sam hooks his fingers in the top of my panties and pulls them down to the floor.
I watch as he stuffs them into the pocket of his jacket with a smirk, then leans toward me as he quickly dives back under my skirt. “Are you wet, Cookie?”
“Yes…” I nod as his sinful lips ghost over mine.
“Yeah? You’re wet for me?”
Another nod, another gentle kiss.
“Should I find out how wet you are? See for myself if my birthday girl has a needy little cunt between her thighs?”
“Please.” My voice is breathy, full of lust, and when I feel Sam’s fingers trace my slit, I gasp. “Please, Sammy.”
“I fucking love it when you beg.” He growls against my lips before owning them. His kiss is searing, branding,bruising, and it’s almost enough to have me coming on the spot.
But I know he won’t let me come yet, not until he’s ready.
