I pulled up in front of the farmhouse. Greta was already waiting on the porch, leaning against a pillar. The lamp above her head cast an almost angelic glow on her face. It was already nearing midnight and pitch-black around us, apart from the distant eerie backlight of the city. This Friday had been busy with a meeting with the Corsicans so I hadn’t been able to catch an earlier flight.
I threw open the car door and prowled over to her. She wore a white satin nightgown with her obligatory cowboy boots and a too big checkered shirt thrown hazardously over her shoulders. She looked perfect.
I took all three steps onto the porch at once and lifted her off the ground before I claimed her lips for a desperate kiss. Bear jumped back with a low growl but I didn’t give a fuck.
For a heartbeat Greta tensed before she melted in my embrace. Fuck, how could anything feel this perfect? It didn’t make sense. I held onto her for a little longer, my nose in her hair. “I missed you.”
What a weak thing to say, but this woman…I just couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“I missed you too,” she whispered against my throat before she pressed a gentle kiss to the spot. I let her down to her feet and regarded her face.
“What is it?” She touched her cheek curiously.
“Nothing,” I said roughly. “Let me grab my bag.” I jogged over to the car and grabbed the backpack with everything I needed for the two nights. Greta held out her hand and I grabbed it, letting her lead me inside her house, where she kicked off the boots before we headed toward the kitchen where she’d set up food.
“I made sandwiches and a salad because I thought you might be hungry.” She motioned at the bowl and plate then turned to me.
I cupped her cheek, running my thumb over her soft skin. “I am,” I agreed in a low voice.
She flushed, then bit her lower lip. “For food?”
I chuckled low in my throat. “Maybe later.”
I hooked my thumbs under her shirt and slid it down her arms. It fluttered to the floor. Greta’s nipples hardened under the silky fabric of her nightgown, their outline tantalizing. I leaned down for another kiss. “I want to taste you first. Is that all right?”
Her yes was hardly more than an exhale. Grabbing her waist, I lifted her onto the counter and pushed between her legs. I fused our lips once more and cupped her neck with one hand while my other stroked Greta’s arm and shoulder lightly. Soon goosebumps covered her body and she hooked her legs around my hips, bringing us even closer. I trailed my fingertips over the outside of her thigh. Her fingers on my shoulders tightened, and she pushed against me even harder. I cupped her breast and pulled back from our kiss, leaving Greta’s lips swollen and her face flushed. I lowered my gaze to watch my hand on Greta’s breast. Her nipple became rock harder against my palm as I massaged it through the fabric. I hooked my index finger under the spaghetti strap and dragged it down until a perky nipple came into view. I swiped my thumb over it then wetted the pad and repeated the motion. Greta’s lips parted as she watched my hand the same way I did. I took her little bud between my thumb and forefinger, then twirled it gently back and forth before I began plugging a bit harder. Greta moaned and rocked her hips against mine. I continued my explorations of her pretty breasts for a while, until Greta was panting and my own arousal was very uncomfortable.
I cleared my throat then rasped, “Lift your hips.” She did as I asked and I slid her nightgown down. She wore a white thong this time, a tiny piece of lace that clung to her pussy and was completely soaked. Stroking the insides of her thighs, I really drank in the sight of her, the outline of her slit, the way the string disappeared between two perfectly rounded ass globes, the soft contour of her pubic hair against the lace. It all turned me on like nothing else ever had.
I felt possessive and hungry. I felt as if I might go crazy if I didn’t stake my claim on Greta in every way possible. And I also felt a little unhinged and desperate because this was something I wanted all the time but couldn’t have. Fuck. I wasn’t used to not getting what I want, and it made me want to prove she was mine even more.
“Kneel for me,” I demanded.
She began to lower herself from the counter but I stopped her. Confusion flickered in her eyes.
“On the counter with your ass toward me.”
She bit her lip again and she climbed up on the counter and got on her knees and hands, with her ass pointing teasingly at me.
I swallowed as I regarded the way her string wedged between her pussy lips in this position too.