“Is that so?”
She smiles and nods slowly. “So I’m going to stay over here, and you’re going to stay over there, and we’re going to eat this whole meal.”
“Please tell me you didn’t make dessert.”
She laughs. “If we make it through dinner, I am dessert.”
I inhale sharply, watching her carefully. But she doesn’t blink, or blush. She just takes another bite of a chip and drags her toes up my calf.
“If you keep touching me like that,” I begin, “I will fuck you on this table, and Chase can suck it.”
“You can fuck me on this table,” she says. “But not right now.”
“No?”
She shakes her head. “Maybe that can wait for breakfast.”
I groan and eat faster, not even tasting the food, desperate to have her. My skin is on fire, I want her so badly. I’ve never been this hard.
Finally, she takes the last bite on her plate and we carry the dishes to the sink.
“Finished?” I ask.
“I think so. I can do these dishes later.”
I don’t give her a chance to complete the thought before I pick her up, heading toward the bedroom. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and kisses me frantically, as if she’s been starving for me.
I don’t make it to the bedroom. I pin her to the wall next to the doorway, grind my cock against her center, and pull her hair out of its knot so I can weave my fingers through it. I tug her shirt over her head, toss it on the floor, and moan when she buries her face in my neck and bites.
Hard.
“You want this,” I breathe into her ear.
“We really need to discuss how you phrase questions, but fuck yes, I want this.”
“You said you liked it when I take charge in the bedroom.”
“We’re not in the bedroom yet.”
I grin down at her. “Technicality.”
I carry her into the bedroom, lower her to the bed, and finish relieving her of her clothes.
“You’re way overdressed,” she says, panting hard, watching me with bright brown eyes.
“I’ll get there,” I reply, and immediately hit my knees to taste her. “I’ve missed this.”
“Holy Christ on a crutch,” she groans, gripping onto the bedding with all her might as I lick and nibble her lips, up to her clit, and back down again. She’s so fucking wet. I bury two fingers deep inside her, making a come-here motion and hitting the spot that I know drives her wild.
She doesn’t disappoint me when she begins to thrash her head from side to side. Her feet are planted on my shoulders, and she’s lifting her pelvis, as if she’s offering herself to me.
And I’ll gladly take her.
I shed my clothes, grab a condom from my pocket, and climb over her, kissing her belly, her side, her breasts, on my way to her mouth.
I love that she’ll let me kiss her after I’ve gone down on her. It’s the sexiest fucking thing.
“In me,” she pleads, cupping my ass in her hands and pulling me to her. She’s much stronger than she looks.
“You’re in a bit of a hurry this evening, Red.”
“Hell yes, it’s been weeks,” she says.
Is it wrong that I’m slightly relieved that she hasn’t had sex since the last time we saw each other?
Not wanting to explore that line of thought, I kiss her until she’s melted into the mattress, then reach between us and guide myself slowly inside her. She gasps, grips onto my shoulders, and rotates her hips, rubbing her clit on my pubis and making my eyes cross.
“Fucking hell, Kat.”
“You feel so good,” she moans, and opens those eyes to stare up at me. “I want to ride you.”
“I’ll never complain about that,” I reply, and roll us, supporting her ass in my hands as she steadies herself, and then it’s all I can do to hold on to her hips as she rides me hard and fast, chasing her orgasm.
She’s fucking amazing to watch, and I’m thankful for this well-lit room as I watch her face. She bites her lip and her cheeks flush.
“You blush beautifully for me,” I murmur, and cup her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. “Your whole body blushes.”
“Redhead side effect,” she gasps. “You can squeeze harder.”
I grab her hands and pull her down flush against me, pinning her to me.
“You can be as sassy as you want out of the bedroom, but you don’t get to call all the shots in here, sweetheart.”
Her lips part in surprise.
“That’s right.” I roll us again, turning her onto her stomach, and slap her ass. “I’ll squeeze, bite, and slap as hard as I want, unless it hurts you or makes you uncomfortable.”
“Want my safe word?”
I stop what I’m doing and brush the hair out of her face so I can look into her eyes.
“You have a safe word?”
She nods. “‘Popcorn.’”
I smile. “Why ‘popcorn’?”
“I hate it.” She smiles back. “And I’m not afraid to use it.”
Jesus Christ, she’s amazing. She constantly surprises me. I can’t get enough of her.
“Good,” I reply, and lick my way down her spine to her ass. I bite the plumpest part of her cheek, making her gasp. “I don’t want to leave marks on you.”
“I don’t mind.”