The trailers start up and I can’t seem to focus on them. Her small hand is in mine, her fingers laced between my fingers. They are as soft as silk and feel fucking amazing. She moves her fingers a little just as I get my focus back on the screen.
I glance down at her face and she is looking up at me.
The theater goes dark and I notice there aren’t too many people here.
I lean over and press my lips against hers. She gasps for a moment before pushing hers hard back against mine. My hand slips from hers, my fingers falling to her thigh. She wore a blue sundress for tonight and it is showing off those beautiful legs.
My fingers make slow, circular motions as I rub them from her knee to the hem of her dress. My hand eventually finds the soft space between her thighs.
There’s a hitch in her breath as I stroke her inner thigh and her hand wraps around my arm as it reaches her damp panties. I lightly stroke her pussy lips through her panties for a couple of minutes, the wetness growing and growing.
Pulling my head down to her mouth, she whispers, “Oh god, Max, we have to stop or I will make a mess of my skirt.”
Nodding my head, I ask, “Do you really care about this movie?”
Shaking her head, she says, “I only picked it because it seemed like a guy flick.”
“Let’s go to my house,” I say and look into her eyes.
She nods her head in agreement, and I swear it takes every ounce of self-control I have in me to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her back to my cave like some fucking barbarian.
Chapter Five
Grace
I think Max and I were in that movie theater for all of ten minutes before we bailed out of there, and now we’re flying down the road in his Escalade. He’s doing at least twenty over the speed limit to get us to his house, and I don’t care, I’m not the least bit worried. We turn off the main street and we’re curving around the lake. He’s maneuvering this road like he knows it like the back of his hand.
I barely know the guy but my gut is telling me I can trust him.
With my window down and the breeze washing over me, I feel like laughing with joy. It’s been such a long time since I’ve done anything this exhilarating, since I’ve let my hair down and just had fun.
I’m only twenty-two but for so long I’ve felt so much older and stressed out. There’s been so much weight on my shoulders, so much responsibility thrust upon me before I was ready to handle it.
Tonight, though, with Max I want to put the weight to the side and let myself feel young again.
For tonight I want to be free.
Looking over to him I watch him struggle with keeping his eyes on the road so we don’t crash. The way he looks at me it just pierces straight through me. Like he can see me, he can really see me.
He knows who I am and he likes it.
I’m not just an easy lay or some used up chick who will put out because she’s desperate. He makes me feel beautiful, sexy even. He’s already seen me mostly naked so I don’t have to worry about my body disgusting him.
He looks at me like he wants to tear the clothes off of my body and ravish me right where I sit.
And I’d let him, I’d so let him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what was under the sheet yesterday morning and how he’ll fit inside me.
He can’t seem to keep his eyes or his hands off of me. Hand on my thigh, he squeezes and tenderly strokes my sensitive skin. His hand is so big, so roughed and calloused, I can’t help but marvel at how small I look compared to him.
I’m glad I decided to wear a dress tonight, especially when his hand strokes up and I spread my knees in anticipation. If he rubs me like he did in the theater I’m so going to ruin his nice leather seat.
He growls deep in his throat and fingers brush too gently up, across my clit. My panties are ruined, completely ruined, but I don’t come. I’m left hanging on the edge.
I drag my eyes down his face, his neck, the breadth of his wide chest. He’s literally twice the size of any other man I’ve ever been with, and inside I can’t help but clench with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
Breathing heavily, I will him to keep touching me with my eyes but he’s just a dirty tease.
Dragging his hand back down, he squeezes my thigh again and I’m so worked up, I grind my teeth in frustration.