right. Another kiss like that and I would let him do anything he
wanted to me. I didn’t want this to turn into a one-night fling.
He came back to me and cupped my face. “You are
amazing, gorgeous. And I can’t wait to see you again.” He kissed me again,
softer this time. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I will call or text
you tomorrow.” He grabbed his coat and headed out the door before I could even
say goodbye.
My heart was pounding. He was so amazing. And sexy. Oh my god, if he hadn’t left, I so would have
slept with him. I had to text Jillian.
He just left. But he kissed me. And it was AMAZING!!
Yay! When will you see him again?
Not sure. He’s going to call or text tomorrow. I knew a silly grin was
plastered on my face.
So happy for you, Lizzie!
Thanks! Gnite !
Nite !
Sighing, I turned off the music and lights in the
kitchen. I was exhausted but still so wired. Stripping naked, I slid between
the cool sheets of my bed. All I could think about was Brett’s kiss and the way
his body felt against mine. No man had ever affected me the way he did.
What would those hands feel like all over my body? Or those lips? I shuddered and moved my hand down my body,
pausing to tease my nipples. I imagined Brett’s hands on my body, his fingers
working my nipples into tight peaks. Gasping, I arched slightly off the bed. Spreading
my legs, I slid a finger along my slit. A moan escaped my lips when I felt how
wet and swollen my sex was.
I continued to explore my folds, dipping my fingers
in and out of my wetness. I continued to tease my nipple pinching the tight
buds. All I could think about as I touched myself was Brett’s fingers in me,
his mouth on me, him fucking me. My body bowed off the bed as I tensed. Calling
out his name, I exploded, coming hard, my juices flooding my hand.
Oh my god, what has this man done to me? Never ever have I
had to get myself off after a date.
I rolled over in bed, breathless. Glancing at my
phone, I saw I had missed a text from Brett.
Had a great time tonight gorgeous. Sweet dreams.
I felt warm all over again. I groaned. Even just a
text from him set me on edge again. I had it bad. Already.
Had a great time too. Thank you.
I threw my pillow over my head and groaned. Boy, did I have it bad for this guy!
Chapter 4
The next week passed by in a whirlwind. Brett and I
talked all the time on the phone and via text. Work was still crazy-busy with
my boss piling on more and more work. I managed to get away a few times to see
Brett, meeting him for lunch.
On Saturday night, we went to a dinner and a movie,
ending the night in a serious make-out session on my couch. This time it was me
that stopped us from going further. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, but I
was nervous. I told him I had to get up early to meet my family for church. He
left without an argument, promising to call me the next day.
To be completely honest with myself, I was terrified
to sleep with him. I was pretty sure he’d been with a ton of beautiful women
who were way more experienced than I was and knew how to pleasure him. I could
count on one hand the number of guys I had been with. I could count on one hand
how many times I had given a guy a blow job. I didn’t want to be a
disappointment to him.
We met for lunch again the following Monday. He had
packed a picnic and met me at the park. We ate and enjoyed the beautiful
weather, making small-talk. During a lull in our conversation, he turned to me.
“Are you seeing someone else?” He sat up nervously.
“Oh god no,” I was slightly amused that he was
worried that I was seeing someone other than him.
He took my hand, brushing his thumb over the
knuckles. “Good. I was just wondering. I mean, we have all these lunch dates,
which I love, but I want to be alone, at my place or yours.” His eyes smoldered
with