“What was your first board game you remember playing as a kid?”
She makes a cute grunting noise like she’s settling down under the covers. “Um, Chutes and Ladders, I think. You?”
“Candy Land,” I say. “Your turn.”
She asks me what my favorite cartoon was as a kid. I love that she’s fallen into off-beat questions with me, without accusing me of being weird or nerdy. “Hey Arnold!,” I say. “You?”
“Tom and Jerry,” she answers.
“Oh, the classics. I like that. OK. What are you wearing right now?”
She pauses. “A black teddy, garter belt, thigh-high lace stockings, and edible undies.”
My hand stops its rubbing as my fingers curl inside the hairs of my pleasure trail. “Whoa.”
“Just kidding,” she says.
“Yeah…yeah, I knew you were kidding,” I stammer.
“I’m wearing a concert tee I stole from Sarah’s dad and some granny panties.”
“Perfect,” I say.
“Shoot,” she says, and I sense she’s beating herself up. “I shouldn’t be talking about Sarah’s dad with you.”
I barely heard the part about the other guy because I was picturing those granny panties. More specifically, I was thinking about tearing off those granny panties. Huh. On second thought, granny panties probably would hurt if I tried to tear them off. They’re made out of cotton, probably sewn together with industrial strength thread.
“Look,” I say. “That guy is Sarah’s dad. If you and I are going to date, his name is going to come up. Hell, he might even be around someday for her, if he’s worth half a shit. And that’s OK with me. I can hold my own. So tell me more about this concert tee-shirt and why you swiped it. Do I need to worry about you swiping my clothes?”
She chuckles. “We went to a concert together to entertain some important client of his. I didn’t want to go at first because he’d pay zero attention to me whenever I had to go on outings like that with him. And he never once wanted to go out on client outings with me and my clients, probably because he was jealous whenever I was trying to woo a big investor.
“So anyway, the concert turned out to be fun. I was surprised at how much I liked the band. He bought himself and the client t-shirts, but he didn’t even like the music. On the way home, he complained about what a pain it is spending his free time entertaining big accounts. So when I left him, I decided he didn’t deserve the t-shirt and I took it.”
“You’re a stone-cold motherfucker,” I say.
“Hell yes. Don’t mess with me, Henry, I’ll stab a person with the same needle I use to crochet baby blankets.”
Oh my god, I think I might love this woman.
“That’s hot,” I say.
Another long pause follows while we listen to each other breathing. Finally, she takes a deep breath and says, “I lied about the panties.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not wearing any.”
I exhale roughly, cursing under my breath. “Damn, woman. What are you trying to do to me?”
“Turnabout is fair play. What about you? What are you wearing?”
I look down and confirm that I am still naked. “Nothing.”
“Stop it.”
“I said I had just stepped out of the shower when I called you. I’m still a little wet actually.”
“Hmm. What parts of you are still wet?”
I smile. “I think I forgot to dry behind my ears.”
“Interesting. That’s where I was thinking about kissing you. That’s the spot that turned red after you kissed me in the barn. What else is still wet, Henry?”
I run my hand over my chest and up to the cords in my throat. “My neck.”
She sighs. “My favorite part to kiss.”
“You’re an excellent kisser. I know those lips would feel so fucking good on my neck.”
“What about your shoulders?”
“Shoulders? Still wet and needing some attention. The water is dripping all over my sheets. Will you catch the drips with your tongue?”
“Hmm. Yes. And your chest?”
“Soaked,” I say, sliding my hand slowly up and back down over my front. “What are you going to do about it?”
Her breath catches. “This is getting me pretty hot. I’m thinking very dirty thoughts right now, Henry. Can you handle it?”
“Mmhmm.”
“I don’t want to shock you,” she says.
“Sweetheart, you’ve got nothing on the filthy things I’ve been thinking about when I’m around you.”
She takes a deep breath. “OK. Well, when I’m done licking off all the wetness from your throat and shoulders, I’m going to straddle your chest. I’m going to ride it. It’s…it’s a thing I like to do. Is that weird?”
Oh. My. God. I might have to marry this woman.
“Are you going to ride me hard, Jane?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice trembling.
“Are you saying you’re gonna ride me with your pussy?”
“You know what I meant.”
“I want to hear my girl say it.”
“Shit. Yes, I’m gonna ride your great big chest with my pussy.”
My voice matches her trembling when I say, “Are you going to take a hard ride on my chest, squeeze me with your thighs, and cover me with your juice?”
“Mhmm,” she hums. “Ride your chest while you grab my ass and make me go as fast or slow as you want.”
“Mm, I like it slow. I like that pussy grinding on my chest slow and hard. Leave your scent all over me.”
My hand rubs lower and I wrap my hand around my shaft. “I’m touching myself now, Jane. What do you want me to do with this cock?”
She gasps. “What do you want to do with it?”
“No, you have control. You’ll be in my bed soon enough and I’ll tell you what I want. For now, you tell me what you want me to do with this dick in my hand.”
Her rasping voice moans softly. “I want you to tell me how hard it is.”
I smile. I can’t believe all
