“What kind of wine? Looks like they have red, white.”
I didn’t know he was a wine drinker. With this yellow dress on, I would only be inclined to have white wine. “White.”
“How about the Two Angels Sauvignon Blanc?”
“That’s sound great.”
* * *
We giggled and talked about the restaurant décor. The wine and food arrived promptly. The genuine conversation took place after dinner was served.
“You’ve been quiet. How’s your food?” I have to give him points for asking. Most guys only care about their food.
“The food is really good. I didn’t want to talk with a mouth full of food.”
“You have those good girl manners.”
“The question is, do you like to talk? We’ve had more sex than we’ve had conversation.”
He smiled with only the side of his lips. “I think it’s equal on both sides.”
“Do you really think its equal?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought. How was your day?”
“Good.”
“Were you busy at work today?”
“Not more than normal. How was work for you?”
“It was work. I had lunch. It was almost identical to the day before and the day that.”
“See, you’re not being serious.”
“I am being very serious. The highlight of my day is thinking about you. Wondering when next I would see you, get to feel you, get to taste you.” He sighed. “Then I realize I’m thinking of you and I had to stop.”
“Why did you have to stop?”
He smiled with the corners of his lips. “I work with a bunch of guys. I can’t get an erection on the job. That would be uncool.”
I held in a giggle because that wouldn’t be cool at all.
I’m Coming Out
My date went better than great. I texted Tami, and she told me she was spending the night at Jay’s apartment. She had been doing that a lot lately. I always thought they were a bit of a mismatch, but apparently I was wrong.
Tami’s departure meant I would have the apartment all to myself. It also meant I didn’t have much of an excuse to turn Brandon away. Who was I kidding? I didn’t have the physical strength or the pussy power needed to send him away with just a kiss.
He drove me home and followed me inside to my bedroom. I placed my purse on the dresser and turned to gaze at his beautiful blues.
There wasn’t much to say. His lips found mine right away. His powerful arms passionately wrapped me in his warm cocoon. His kisses were profound, playful and plentiful. His tongue took control of my mouth. He was an exceptional kisser. I couldn’t resist his strong lips once they took a hold of mine.
I lost time as he sucked me deeper into his mouth. My eyes felt heavy and opening my lids seemed like a burden too heavy to carry. I tried to push back off of his lips for a brief moment in time. I needed air. I needed an oxygen mask. His kisses made me feel lightheaded and trippy.
His fingers searched my back. He was looking for the zipper and found it right away. My back arched as he slowly unzipped my dress. My back was exposed to the air, but it felt like my nipples were too. My solid points strained against the fabric of my satin bra.
I was dying to have him inside me. I needed him to fill me up. Brandon was unpredictable, and thinking about his attributes made me pant. My chest heaved up and down as he trailed kisses down my chin and to my neck. I opened my eyes briefly when I felt my dress slip down my shoulders.
I had gone an entire week without this man touching me. I missed his kisses more than I could remember. I missed his hands more than he would ever know. His foreplay was unmatched.
“Did you like that?” He rattled into my ear as he kneaded my butt checks.
“I don’t know.” I lied.
One of his hands left my ass only to push my panties aside. With one finger he moistened and stirred the wetness that was going to explode from out my deepest hole.
“I know you like this,” I assured myself.
He pulled the cups of my bra down until my breasts slipped out. He teasingly rubbed his lips over my hardened nipples. His hands were massaging the warm spots inside my thighs. His tongue was caressing my breast with a light, gentle massage.
“Sweet girl,” He whispered into my breast and the vibrations surged to my toes.
He lowered my body to the bed. He crawled on the bed and hovered above me. He kissed me again and plunged deeper into my mouth. His mischievous hands kneaded my breast and twirled his fingers around my wet nipples.
My body was already warm to his touch, but now I was overheating. I was hot for this man like I’d never been for any other. I sharp pain hit me in between my legs and he was the only one that could soothe the crippling ache.
Brandon rested his elbows on both sides of me. He placed his huge hands over my ears and clamped his hands over them. From my ears, his hands slowly trailed up to my face and became entangled in my big curls.
My body lifted off the bed to meet his, but his weight kept me inches away, yearning for his touch. The fight to have my skin touch his was futile. He held me at bay. His fight to keep me away didn’t last long. I lifted my head and started pushing my wet, warm tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth.
His body buckled. His bulge brushed against my aching pussy and rubbing this small patch of hair I had above my pussy lips. He was succumbing to my kisses and soon he would have to pierce
