“If you must,” I say with feigned disinterest.
“Oh, okay. So you don’t care one way or the other if I take good care of you like I did over the weekend?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“So you want me to show you or not?”
“Yes, please!”
“Good answer, baby.”
Rod slides a hand into my hair, leans in close enough for my breasts to brush against his black shirt. The sensation is sublime. My nipples tighten, nearing the pain point as a blissful shiver runs over me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp when he tilts his hips up, allowing me to feel the solid length of his thick cock.
Shamelessly, I press against his erection.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Greedy Dom.”
“You’re so hard.”
He raises a brow. “Are you using my cock for your own pleasure?”
I laugh. “You’d be offended if I did?”
“It would be a crying shame if you didn’t,” he says before taking my mouth in a smoldering kiss. After a few long steamy seconds, he pulls away. “I’ll wine and dine you to celebrate our first official date in style, but for tonight I thought I’d just sixty-nine you.”
“You’re just a big ol’ romantic, aren’t you?” He flashes me a worried glance as if he’s afraid he said the wrong thing.Oh, no.“Not that I know from experience, but I’ve been told a girl can never have too many sixty-nines.”
“Oof,” he exhales, clearly relieved. “I thought you were going to ask for violins, red roses, heart-shaped balloons and chocolate-covered cherries.”
“Nah, you’re more than enough, Rod,” I smile.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Dom.” His eyes drop to my mouth, his gaze turning dark. The intense lust I read in his eyes is unsettling. Will I ever get used to how one glance disarms me to the point where I can barely remember my own name? “Wanna take it upstairs or are you okay with me pushing you out of your comfort zone?”
“I trust you implicitly. You decide where you want to corrupt me.”
I think the last part surprises us both.
He growls before ravishing my lips again. I’m lost in a dizzying and passionate kiss. The more he deepens the kiss, the more I rub my impatient pussy against him.
“Baby, I want you so much,” he rasps.
“I want you too.”
He grabs hold of the hem of my dress, pulls it over my head and lets it drop to the floor.
“Wow. That’s one hell of a bra,” he says.
“It matches the flowers on my dress.”
“And your ink,” he points out before unhooking my lacy orange bra, allowing my erect nipples some relief. “Holy fuck, Dom, your tits are fucking amazing.” I can’t help but pull my lower lip between my teeth. I’m not used to being praised like this. “Your rosy nipples are small enough to cover with my fingertip.” And he does. His sensual touch ignites me. “But large enough so I can draw them into my mouth. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“Jesus,” I whimper when his mouth closes over my breast.
“You know what I’ve been fantasizing about since Sunday?”
“I’m afraid to ask.” My voice comes out shaky.
