The girl I was crazy about had just looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me she was crazy about me, too. I never wanted this feeling to end, never wanted this night to end. I was on cloud nine. Fuck that…I was on cloud sixty-nine.
The entire time at Bingo, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of my girl, couldn’t wait to get her alone again.
As Kendall and I continued our walk hand in hand back to my condo, I intentionally trailed slightly behind her, unable to resist staring at the way the thin silk material of her dress clung to her beautiful ass crack. I felt like the luckiest man in the world to be taking her home.
Adjusting my pants to combat my almost painful hard on, I glanced over at the lake in the distance. Since it was pretty much bedtime in these parts, I knew we’d have it all to ourselves. My neighbors barely ventured out to the lake even in the daytime.
Needing to prolong this night, I asked, “Wanna head down to the water? Go for a swim?”
Head.
There was my dirty mind again. I just couldn’t shut it off tonight.
“I don’t have a swimsuit. This dress is dry clean only. I can’t get it wet.”
Wet.
Fuck.
I raised my brow. “I was thinking we’d swim without clothes, actually.”
“Oh…that kind of swim.” She bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Sure, Captain. I’m up for anything tonight.”
Anything.
Kendall squealed as I suddenly lifted her off her feet and ran toward the lake while she wrapped her hands around my neck. Unable to remember the last time I’d been this horny, I felt like a teenager. I also couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this happy. Perhaps, it was sometime before Lucy died. All I knew was there was no mistaking how happy Kendall was making me feel tonight.
When I planted her back down on her feet, she looked up at me. I was still wearing my pilot’s uniform as I towered over her. She watched every movement of my hands as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it onto the grass. We were far enough away from the nearest house that I knew no one would catch us naked at this hour. I wasn’t holding back.
After whipping my belt out of my pants, I unzipped and stepped out of them, then placed my hands on my hips while staring down at her ogling me.
Her eyelids were heavy, filled with lust as she looked down at my engorged cock that was practically bursting out of my boxer briefs. I fucking loved the way she was looking at me. It only made me harder. Not even trying to hide my arousal, I wanted her to see what she was doing to me.
“I assume you can swim, Perky?”
She finally looked back up and met my stare. “Yeah. I can do a mean back stroke.”
Stroke.
Fuck.
My dick twitched.
Walking slowly toward her, I said, “I can stroke pretty well myself.”
She cleared her throat. “Or stroke yourself pretty well?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Yeah…that.”
“I bet you can. What about the breast stroke?” she muttered, clearly affected by my touch.
Kissing down her neck and over her breasts, I said, “What about it?”
“Would you like to stroke yourself between my breasts, Carter?”
Fucking hell.
My dick was throbbing now.