“Um….” I could see him squinting his eyes at me through the darkness and I huffed loudly as I stomped toward him. I hadn’t felt so…sexually frustrated in my life. “Is there a problem? I thought you were ready to go.”
“Well, I was….” He smirked at me and hooked an arm around my waist, backing me up against the wall next to the front door. “Before you got me all excited, and now you just want to leave?”
“Della.” He brushed his thumb across my cheek. “Trust me, I had the exact same thing in mind. But then I remembered how not only one, but two people have told me that I need to stop thinking with my dick first when it comes to you. That’s not all that I think about with you.” He shook his head, pursing his lips. “Well, it is, but that’s not all I want our relationship to be about. So, let’s go. I’ll drop you off at home.”
“I don’t think so.” I pressed my hand to the back of his neck, forcing his mouth to mine. Normally, when it came to the physical side of things, he was the one in charge. I was more than willing most of the time, but it looked like I was going to have to take control tonight.
Justin didn’t resist for long. Soon, I was opening my mouth for him and he was greedily entering. I worked my hands underneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin on his back and lightly grazing it with my nails. His hands tightly gripped my waist while he devoured my mouth, pulling me flush against him, but I couldn’t get close enough.
Justin pulled away all too soon, breaking the seal of our mouths and our bodies, and slamming a hand above my head. “Della,” he panted, “I meant what I said. Can’t you try to control yourself?” He winked after the last part and I jabbed a finger in his chest.
“I’m a grown-ass woman, Justin. And I normally get what I want. I understand what you’re saying about sex not being the foundation of our relationship, but don’t come in here and mess with my head, get me all hot and bothered, and then tell me you’re going to take me home. That doesn’t work for me.”
“That doesn’t work for you?” he repeated, raising his brows. “Fine,” he growled. “But remember, you’re the one that wanted this.” He grabbed my wrist, dragging me from my spot on the wall, and I felt a zing of excitement rush through me at what he was going to do.
“You better enjoy every second, because after this, our relationship starts completely fresh. You don’t put out on the first date, do you?”
I didn’t answer as I let him drag me over to the bar and twist my body around so my back was up against the smooth wooden surface. For him, I would, but I don’t think that’s what he wanted to hear.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” His hands trailed down my stomach, over the material of my skirt until they reached the bottom, and then they were sliding under. He tugged on my panties, slowly gliding them down my legs, bending down to pull them over my heeled, ankle boots.
He snapped back up, yanking my shirt over my head, before reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra and flicking that aside. He cupped my breasts in his hands, lightly squeezing them before dipping down to suck each nipple into his mouth. His warm hands palmed my ass, and I pushed his head harder against me as his tongue and teeth continued their delicious torture.
I arched my hips against the hardness pushing into my stomach, but he quickly pulled the lower half of his body away from me, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. “Not yet,” he growled, after releasing my boob with a pop. “I’ve wanted you like this all night.” He slowly ran his hands down the front of my skirt, and let one hand drift down to skim the tops of my knee-highs.
“And the shoes?” I asked, one brow shooting up.
“Hell, yeah, those stay on.” He smirked and moved his hands back to my hips, turning my body so my backside pressed against him as I leaned over the countertop. His hands skimmed the inside of my thighs before he spread my legs and pushed down on the small of my back, causing my ass to jut out even further. I could feel the coolness and knew my skirt wasn’t covering everything up. I felt Justin’s fingers at the waistband of my skirt, and he pushed it up ever so slightly, revealing even more of my ass that he was lightly kneading.
“Justin.” I wiggled my hips, needing some kind of contact between my legs, but apparently, it wasn’t time for that because I quickly felt his hand land on my ass with a loud crack. “Did you seriously just spank me?” I tried to stop myself from smiling, but I couldn’t. Luckily, my face was still turned away from him so he couldn’t see that I was actually enjoying it.