“I’m here to take you out on a date.” He smiles at me, walking in and stopping in front of me. My hand is still holding on to the door as he bends and kisses my lips. “Hi,” he whispers, and I wait for his kiss. His kiss that I always think I’m going to be used to, yet makes me giddy every single time. It could be him simply pecking my neck or kissing my forehead, but I could spend days and days lost in his touch.

“Hi,” I whisper back to him as he snakes a hand around my waist, pulling me close to him, and I immediately go to my tippy toes. “I thought,” I start to say, and I have to stop when his lips fall on mine. His tongue enters my mouth, and I suddenly want to get him naked. He closes the door behind him.

“These are for you.” He hands me the flowers. I grab them and bring them to my nose. “Thank you. Where is Ari?”

“She’s with Bernadette,” he says. “I wanted to take you on a date.” I smile now at him as he stands there with his hands in his back pockets. “Fuck, I didn’t think I would be nervous.”

“What are you nervous about, silly?” I kiss his jaw. “It’s me.” I turn and walk into the house with him following me.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, and I look back at him, confused.

“Jeans.” I stop walking when I see his eyes roam up and down.

“But why are they so tight?” he asks, coming close to me and putting his hands on my hips. “Did you go out wearing this today?”

“I went to Target,” I say. “And the post office.”

“Wearing these?” His voice goes low as he looks at my ass.

“It’s jeans.” My voice comes out soft, and I don’t move as he moves his hand down and cups my ass. We’ve been really good with our hands, and both of us have not gone further than groping each other’s ass. I am not going to lie; a couple of times, I want to feel his cock through his pants, but I refrained myself.

“It’s jeans that leave little to the imagination,” he says, and I turn around now.

“I can take them off if you want.” I watch his eyes turn a light blue to a crystl blue, and his mouth opens and then closes. I put the flowers on the counter, and in one motion, I take my shirt off, leaving me in just my white lace push-up demi bra, making my b cup boobs look like full C cups.

“Candace.” He doesn’t just say my name; he growls it out.

“What would you do,” I say when I unbuckle the button to my jeans. “If I said.” I pull the zipper down, and I can see his fingertips on his hips turning white. “I didn’t want to go out.” I shimmy the jeans over my hips, pushing them down. “And I just wanted to.” I step out of my jeans, and I stand here in the matching lace thong, leaving nothing to the imagination. “To stay here with you tonight.” I walk to him and it takes all the courage in the world. “On the couch.” I pick up his shirt and feel his skin under it, I get up on my tippy toes and I see his restraint tethering on going over the cliff. “Or even in my bed,” I say right before I kiss under his jaw softly.

“Candace,” he says my name through clenched teeth. “I’m trying really hard right now to be good.” His hands still grip his hips as I move my hands up on his chest. My fingers tracing each defined muscle that he has. “Respectful,” he says out in almost a whisper and my body tingles.

“I want you to pick me up and carry me over to whatever surface you want and I want you to have your way with me.” I picture all the ways I want him to touch me, my hand slides off his chest and I finally get the courage to feel his dick through his pants. I palm him through his pants, and I swear he stops breathing. “I want you to.”

I don’t finish because he, picks me up by my waist, and my ass hits the cold counter, putting my whole body on high alert. “You know what I want to do?” he asks, and I open my legs for him to stand in the middle of them and I’m hoping to God he touches me soon, or I’m going to look like a hussy while I finish myself off. “I want to rip your bra off.” His hands cup up and push down the bra under my tits. “And I want to bite.” He leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, and my head falls back. “This nipple,” he says of the nipple that he is now biting down, and my hips thrust up as he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I groan out and I swear I can come just from him playing with my nipples. “After that I want to eat your pussy like it’s my last meal.” I watch him bend down and push the lace to the side, and he doesn’t mess around. His tongue comes out, and he licks me up. My hands lean back, and I hold the counter or I’m going to fall back.

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