undergarments. My god , woman. How do you seem to know all my proclivities?”
“Lucky guess,” I purred, smirking to myself. Sure, we could say that was how I ended up not wearing anything under my clothes. Yes, I would swear to that under oath if it ever came up later.
“Dinner can wait,” he murmured as he kissed along my neck.
“Actually, I’m starving,” I hedged as I pulled away. “I forgot to eat lunch and steak doesn’t reheat well. We’re having a real date, remember?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Conall grumbled, letting me go. “I do want you well taken care of.” He pulled out my chair for me, but I didn’t sit down yet, fawning over my flowers and thanking him. He brought me two dozen beautiful calla lilies, which were my favorites. We opened up our containers and dug in after he easily popped the tops off the ciders.
Even if they weren’t twist offs. Okay then.
It was about halfway through our meal that the tension in the room became unbearable, not a word had been said. The food was amazing but I was getting full and I was so wound up I was ready to blow only from the looks he was giving me that I was to be dessert. I swallowed the bite I was taking and moved to the next part of the date, wiping my mouth and pushing back my chair.
“Lose the jacket,” I ordered as I stood. Conall’s head snapped up so fast I heard something pop. He jumped to his feet and I clucked my tongue. “I didn’t say stand.”
“I love this date,” he groaned, sliding off his normal stylish jacket and laying it over one of the other kitchen chairs before sitting back down. I straddled his lap and kissed a new spot on his chin or neck with each button I worked through a hole of his shirt. Then I pulled it back over his arms and behind the chair so his bare back was brushing the fabric and the cloth trapped his arms.
“What to do with you now?” I teased as I ran my fingernails down his chest.
“Whatever you want,” he panted, his chest heaving. “I am yours, Nina.”
“I like the sound of that.” I slowly undid his belt and then his fly. Standing up, I tugged on his pants, and he got the idea, lifting his hips so I could pull his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees. I stared at him, half naked with some of his best parts on display for me, waiting for me, hard for me and whatever I wanted next. “Do you like this game, Conall?”
“I do. I really, really do,” he groaning as I traced my fingers over his cock.
“Part of me wants to eat some more, but I’m full. I think you might still be hungry though, my Conall. Are you?”
His eyes shined as he stared at me with hope… And it wasn’t because he knew he was going to get laid. It was the term of endearment I’d just used. He was mine. Every time he did something that proved he wanted to be my partner and not my dictator, he was becoming my man, my love, my whatever I needed.
I lowered myself back onto his lap and sat on his cock, moaning like a slut as I did it and not putting on an act at all. Then I reached behind my neck and untied my shirt, letting it fall to my waist. He went to lower his head but I moved faster and fisted his hair.
“Did I say you could bite my tits yet?” I snapped as I yanked his head back.
“No,” he gasped, his lips parting in pleasure, and I knew he liked a little hair pulling just as I did at times.
Nice .
“Say you’re sorry.” I moved my hips faster, glad for the heels now because it made it easier, even as I wrapped my other arm around his shoulders for leverage.
“I’m so sorry, lovely Nina. It was horribly presumptuous of me.”
“It was, but I can see how it might have been confusing. I wanted you to see them because I know how you like to look at them.”
“I do. I really do. They are so perfect,” he moaned as I ground my body against him quicker and harder. “Shit, I’ve never played this before. Please say we will do it again.”
“Yes,” I hissed, picking up the pace to
“Lucky guess,” I purred, smirking to myself. Sure, we could say that was how I ended up not wearing anything under my clothes. Yes, I would swear to that under oath if it ever came up later.
“Dinner can wait,” he murmured as he kissed along my neck.
“Actually, I’m starving,” I hedged as I pulled away. “I forgot to eat lunch and steak doesn’t reheat well. We’re having a real date, remember?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Conall grumbled, letting me go. “I do want you well taken care of.” He pulled out my chair for me, but I didn’t sit down yet, fawning over my flowers and thanking him. He brought me two dozen beautiful calla lilies, which were my favorites. We opened up our containers and dug in after he easily popped the tops off the ciders.
Even if they weren’t twist offs. Okay then.
It was about halfway through our meal that the tension in the room became unbearable, not a word had been said. The food was amazing but I was getting full and I was so wound up I was ready to blow only from the looks he was giving me that I was to be dessert. I swallowed the bite I was taking and moved to the next part of the date, wiping my mouth and pushing back my chair.
“Lose the jacket,” I ordered as I stood. Conall’s head snapped up so fast I heard something pop. He jumped to his feet and I clucked my tongue. “I didn’t say stand.”
“I love this date,” he groaned, sliding off his normal stylish jacket and laying it over one of the other kitchen chairs before sitting back down. I straddled his lap and kissed a new spot on his chin or neck with each button I worked through a hole of his shirt. Then I pulled it back over his arms and behind the chair so his bare back was brushing the fabric and the cloth trapped his arms.
“What to do with you now?” I teased as I ran my fingernails down his chest.
“Whatever you want,” he panted, his chest heaving. “I am yours, Nina.”
“I like the sound of that.” I slowly undid his belt and then his fly. Standing up, I tugged on his pants, and he got the idea, lifting his hips so I could pull his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees. I stared at him, half naked with some of his best parts on display for me, waiting for me, hard for me and whatever I wanted next. “Do you like this game, Conall?”
“I do. I really, really do,” he groaning as I traced my fingers over his cock.
“Part of me wants to eat some more, but I’m full. I think you might still be hungry though, my Conall. Are you?”
His eyes shined as he stared at me with hope… And it wasn’t because he knew he was going to get laid. It was the term of endearment I’d just used. He was mine. Every time he did something that proved he wanted to be my partner and not my dictator, he was becoming my man, my love, my whatever I needed.
I lowered myself back onto his lap and sat on his cock, moaning like a slut as I did it and not putting on an act at all. Then I reached behind my neck and untied my shirt, letting it fall to my waist. He went to lower his head but I moved faster and fisted his hair.
“Did I say you could bite my tits yet?” I snapped as I yanked his head back.
“No,” he gasped, his lips parting in pleasure, and I knew he liked a little hair pulling just as I did at times.
Nice .
“Say you’re sorry.” I moved my hips faster, glad for the heels now because it made it easier, even as I wrapped my other arm around his shoulders for leverage.
“I’m so sorry, lovely Nina. It was horribly presumptuous of me.”
“It was, but I can see how it might have been confusing. I wanted you to see them because I know how you like to look at them.”
“I do. I really do. They are so perfect,” he moaned as I ground my body against him quicker and harder. “Shit, I’ve never played this before. Please say we will do it again.”
“Yes,” I hissed, picking up the pace to
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