she said. “I’ve had sex with a few guys. They just never got me off.” Greg felt an unfamiliar feeling rise up
inside of him. It was a mixture of
jealousy of the guys that had been there before him and anger that those guys
hadn’t taken care of her.
“So these guys you’ve been with just got themselves
off?” he asked, trying to disguise his anger at the idea. “They didn’t touch you? They didn’t taste you?” What kind of guy just shoved his dick inside
of her without any concern for her comfort or pleasure? Fuck, that pissed him
off!
“No one has ever gone down on me before,” she said,
shaking her head. “But that was
amazing. Oh my God! Amazing!” Her blue eyes were big and looking at him in
wonderment. “I could get used to
that.” He watched as a slight blush
flowed across her face at this admittance. She was so fucking adorable.
“Oh, Tessa, you better get used to it,” he said,
smiling at her. “I plan on doing that to
you every single chance I get.” She
gasped as he picked her up from the counter and kissed her on the lips before
setting her on the ground. “Do you want
to freshen up before we go? We do have a
date to go on.”
“What about you?” she asked sweetly. “Can I take care of you?” She pushed her tight little body against his
and he felt his cock immediately spring to life.
“There’s plenty of time for that,” he replied,
running his fingers through her hair and tilting her head up to look at
him. “Go get your shoes and your purse
and let’s go get something to eat.” He
placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose before turning her around and
slapping her firmly on the behind.
“I’ll make you pay for that,” she yelped, looking
over her shoulder at him as she headed into her bedroom. He saw the heat in her eyes and his cock
pressed tightly against his jeans. He
realized that he was so sexually on edge right now that anything she did was
going to be sheer torture.
Chapter
Six
“I know it’s a little late for this question given
the events back at my apartment and the fact that we sit here on a date eating
dinner, but you aren’t married, are you?” Tessa asked sheepishly. She felt ridiculous asking the question. She had been spread eagle on top of her
kitchen counter with his face buried between her legs only an hour ago. The memory of his eyes looking up at her as
he swiped and curled his tongue all over her wet slit caused heat to course
through her. He had demanded that she
watch him. It hadn’t been a
request. It was a demand. And that vision would be seared in her memory
forever. She’d never experienced
anything so erotic.
“Tessa,” he said, throwing his head back and
laughing a deep belly laugh. “Good God,
you are the most adorable thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His hand reached out for hers across the
table and he entwined their fingers. He
looked her straight in the eyes. “No,
I’m not married.”
“I had to ask,” she said softly. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I dated a guy for a couple of weeks before I found out he
was married. I’m usually a little
paranoid about it, but I guess I just got so swept up in you that I was afraid
to ask. Afraid of the
answer.” They had spent the last
forty-five minutes eating dinner, sipping drinks and talking about all sorts of
things. She learned a little about his
parents and two younger brothers and the fact that he grew up in the Sarasota
area. She found out that he went to the
University of Florida for undergrad and law school. He was interesting to talk to and he was
interested in what she had to say, though she had been successful in steering
the conversation away from her own family. Her family basically consisted of herself and her drunken mother. She’d never met her father. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure