And once he’d touched her, he hadn’t wanted to let go. So he’d delayed saying goodbye at the door, by saying something trite but true about the night sky. And when he’d seen her face, all soft and open and full of wonder as she’d looked up at the sky, he’d had to just see if he could kiss her.
And now she was here, and all he could think about was Margot, right in front of him.
He pushed the strap of her dress to the side and kissed her shoulder. She let out a soft, gentle sigh, and her eyes fluttered shut. He trailed his fingers up her arm, and pressed kisses along her shoulder, her collarbone on one side, then the other. As he kissed her, she moved her hands from his hips and slipped them under his shirt. He liked the way she explored his body—eager, confident, almost demanding. He felt pretty demanding right now, too.
She moved back, and tugged at his shirt.
“This is in the way,” she said.
“I absolutely agree,” he said.
He pulled it off and tossed it into the corner.
“Now, that’s better,” he said.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.
“I absolutely agree,” she said. They grinned at each other.
He ran his hands up her body and stopped at those nipples that had so tormented him in the bar. He very gently pinched them both, and she laughed again, that throaty laugh that he felt all the way to his cock.
“Was that meant to be a request?” she asked him, that laughter in her eyes.
He shook his head, his hands still on her breasts.
“Oh no,” he said. “I’ve just been wanting to do that for hours.” He bent his head down to hers. “When I have a request, I’ll make that very clear.”
She moved her hands into his hair and looked at him with eyes full of need.
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He kissed her, again and again, as her hands roamed around his body, as his hands pulled her flush against him. He slowly backed her up as they kissed, until finally her legs bumped up against the bed.
“I thought,” he said, breaking the kiss, “that we might be more comfortable if we didn’t have to worry about standing up.”
Margot sat down on the side of the bed and swung her legs over to join the rest of her body. She reclined on the pillows he’d bought just the day before, and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.
“It’s really amazing how much we agree on this evening,” she said. “I’m excited to see if this continues.”
He sat down at the foot of the bed and put his hands on her ankles.
“So am I,” he said. He crawled up her body, pushing her dress up with him. His hands moved up her ankles, her calves, and up the insides of her thighs. He watched her face as he went, and saw her amusement turn to desire in seconds. He hooked his thumbs under the thin material at her hips, and looked up at her, his eyebrows raised. She nodded, and watched him as he pulled her underwear down her body and tossed it onto the floor.
He pushed her dress up again, farther this time. When he got to her torso, she lifted her arms up so he could pull the dress off her body. He bent down to kiss her, but as soon as he did, she rolled them both over so he was beneath her.
“My turn now,” she said. She moved down his body and reached for his belt, a gleam in her eyes.
She smiled as she felt the hard length of him through his jeans. If he hadn’t already been hard after the last thirty minutes, her hands at his zipper would have done it right away. That look of wicked anticipation in her eyes made him want to pull her down to him immediately, rip that very sexy black bra off her, and slide inside of her. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away, a laugh in her eyes.
“I said it was my turn now.” She unbuckled his belt and stroked her thumb up and down his zipper.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. Patience is not one of my virtues.”
She finally slid his zipper down. He lifted his hips so she could pull his jeans and boxers off.
“Mmm,” she said. “You might want to work on that. However, I am now very aware of one of your virtues.” She wrapped her hand around his cock.
She wasn’t shy at all. He liked that about her. So far, actually, in their three hours or so of acquaintance, he was pretty sure he liked everything about her.
Especially the way she touched him. So forceful, yet soft. He wanted to close his eyes, let himself enjoy this feeling. But he couldn’t stop looking at her.
She put her hand on his chest.
“What do you want?” she asked as she moved up his body.