She smiled wide, but turned away like she didn’t want me to know that my plans to stay made her happy.
We enjoyed dinner and afterward I took her home. Outside the building I asked, “Are you going to ask me up, Witch Petal?”
She grinned. “Witch?”
“Well, I did say you bewitched me. And you did say you want me in bed. I know I heard that.”
She blushed.
I hooked my finger under her chin. “And I’d do anything to see you completely naked. I haven’t yet, you know.”
“I know.” She nodded toward the door and I followed her inside, up the stairs and into her apartment. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. “Strip.”
I snorted and thanked fuck that I’d stocked away more condoms. “Yes ma’am.” I started undressing. “Will you be joining me?”
She gave me a coy smile. “You first.”
I wasn’t modest. I stripped down and stood in front of her in all my glory, my dick already giving her a full salute. Then I walked over to her bed and lay down.
“If you’re not going to join me, I’ll have to take matters into my own hand.” I gave my dick on stroke, loving how her green eyes flared with wild heat.
She undressed, but her cheeks flushed and I wondered if she was self-conscious.
I rolled to my side watching her. “You have fantastic tits, Petal.”
“You think so?” She looked down at the large globes with pink distended nipples. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them.
“I know so. I look forward to proving it.”
She finished undressing.
I reached out my hand to her. “Let me worship your body.”
She lay on the bed next to me. “Yours is the one that should be worshipped. Holy crap, Cy, do you have any fat on you?”
“You like all this beefcake?” I rolled her underneath me.
“Yes. It’s hot.”
“What else do you think is hot, Petal. What fantasies do you have that I can make some true?”
Her cheeks turned pink again. It made her look so beautiful.
“I like everything you do,” she said.
“How about we test that theory?” I said running my hand down her body.
“What do you like, Cy?” Her fingers squeezed my pecs. “Do you have fantasies?”
“One thing at a time,” I said kissing her and then trailing my lips along her jaw.
“I want to hear them,” she said on a gasp.
“My fantasies involve fucking you in every way possible. Missionary. Doggy. You riding me. Me fucking your tits.”
Her breath hitched and I lifted my head to see if that was a good thing or if I’d scared her off. Her green eyes burned with lust.
That was my cue to keep doing. “I want to eat you. I want to watch you make yourself come.”