She bent over, looking into the oven. I could see the curve of her ass through her skirt. Hmmfff. I was not going to able to wait.
“It’s almost ready.”
I popped open a beer and handed her one. Then I drank half of mine in two swallows. I watched her sip hers daintily. Then she put the flowers in water and started fussing around with setting the table.
She was such a lady. I’d never hung with a girl like her. It would be cute if it wasn’t driving me crazy. I was an inch away from dragging her into the bedroom. I watched her, my mind coming up with all sorts of reasons why I should wait until after dinner to make my move.
Fuck it.
“Come here.”
She walked over, clearly not getting what was about to happen.
I was leaning against the table, looking calm. But inside I was a caged fucking beast. And I was about to devour her.
I slid my hands up her arms and down her back. Then I yanked her against me between my legs. She let out an adorable little yelp of surprise.
I growled at her, biting her neck. Then I licked the spot I’d bitten. My hands were on her ass, squeezing the luscious mounds. My cock was pressing into her, like a heat seeking missile.
What it wanted was still under wraps though.
“Go turn the stove off.”
She nodded shakily and went to do what I asked.
Then I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom. In two seconds I had her pretty dress pooled around her feet. She stood there as I ran my hands up and down her body, wanting to touch everything at once.
“Lay down.”
I pulled my shirt off and climbed into the bed with Frannie. She was laying down, her eyes wide as she watched me approach. I still hadn’t kissed her yet.
I wanted her begging for it before I did.
And I wanted her to know in her bones that she was beautiful. That the mean girls of the world didn’t know shit. By the time I was done with her, she would feel it. I would fucking make sure of it.
“You are perfect,” I growled before taking another nip, this time of her soft little earlobe.
I started at her neck and worked my way down her body, kissing and stroking her. I skipped her nipples, teasingly skimming past them. By the time my face was above her pussy, she was writhing beneath me.
I grinned, nipping her inner thigh.
My fingertips traced the outline of her panties and slid up and down her thighs. Then I slowly started up her body again. By the time I got to her face she was breathing heavily.
I held myself above her, not touching.
I stared at her lips before slowly lowering my mouth to hers.
She gasped as I kissed her lightly, pulling away almost as quickly.
Then I started again. This time I let my fingertips brush over her nipples. Once. Twice. Three times. Then I went lower. I could see her panties were getting wet.
“Fuck,” I hissed, ready to fucking pop at the sight of her.
I was supposed to be driving her insane, not the other way around.
I dipped my head, dragging my tongue down the line between her pussy lips. The cotton was mostly dry when I started. It was soaked through in less than a minute.
I chuckled at the sounds she was making.
Oh yeah, I was definitely getting in there tonight.
More than once I hoped.
The way I was feeling, I could fuck her five times at least.
I decided it was time to step up my game. I pulled her panties down, glancing up at her face briefly.
“Take your bra off.”
She reached behind her, unclasping her bra. Her gorgeous tits sprang free and I licked my lips. From where I was sitting, her pretty little pussy was front and center. I stared at the pouty little lips, then leaned forward and kissed them.
“Jace… oh!”
I smiled as I let my tongue travel all over her slit, up and down, teasing the soft petals. Then I pushed it inside.
Jesus Christ she was tight!
I tongue fucked her for a while, my hands reaching up to touch her nipples. I wanted her close, but not over the edge. This was not a game. I wanted in.
I felt her start to tense up and stopped, moving my face away from her sexy little pussy.
She whimpered, her hips twisting in need.
I smiled and started again.
Three times I stopped, keeping her on the edge for almost an hour.
Frannie was mindless now, her head tossing back and forth on the bedspread.
I stopped and stared down at her, slowly pulling my shirt the rest of the way off.
It was time.
Chapter Sixty-Six
Frannie
“I want to fuck you now.”
I was in a daze as I lay on the bed. He wanted to fuck. Yes. That seemed like a good idea.