We only got a few trick or treaters, but it was still exciting anytime anyone knocked on the door. I was grateful that Roger was out in Irvine visiting his daughter, so that I didn’t have to deal with any potential awkwardness between him and Justin. If Roger were home, he might have stopped in to say hello. We hadn’t gone out again since the jazz festival. Things between Justin and me had evolved a bit since then.
It was almost time to call lights out. Cheri from next door had stopped in to see Bea in her costume. As I lingered at the door after saying goodbye to her, I looked over at Justin and Bea in the kitchen. As I watched him rocking her to sleep, a realization hit me. Whether I avoided a sexual relationship with him or not, my heart was already invested. In my mind, he belonged to me. So avoiding him physically out of fear just meant that I was missing out on something I desperately needed and wanted. Whether we had sex or not, if he left, I’d be just as devastated. Looking over at him in that sexy as hell SWAT uniform, I just knew I couldn’t let fear prevent me from experiencing it any longer.
I walked over to the both of them and kissed Bea’s head softly. When I looked up at him, he was already looking down at me with an intensity that almost seemed as if he knew exactly what I’d been thinking just seconds earlier. He cupped my entire face in his hand and pulled me firmly into his lips. It was the first time we’d kissed since the moment right before my date with Roger. This kiss was different than that one; it was tender.
My whole body felt limp as he spoke gruffly over my lips, “Why don’t you put her to bed.”
I simply nodded. My legs felt wobbly as I walked up the stairs. In my room, I carefully removed Bea from her costume so as not to wake her and placed her in the crib.
As I took off my Catwoman leotard, I stared over at the Adam and Eve bag taunting me on the bureau.
Should I?
I thought about his admission that he’d fantasized about me in it and decided to shock him by putting it on. I placed the sheer material over my head. My swollen breasts were completely exposed with only the red crosses barely covering my nipples. It seriously looked obscenely hot; he was going to freak.
Slipping my own red thong on, I was already wet just thinking about his reaction. Tonight, I was going to be able to touch him, taste him, do all of the things I’d dreamt about. Goosebumps covered my entire body as I tiptoed down the hall.
His door was halfway open while he stood shirtless looking out the window as the moonlight shined on his gorgeous silhouette. Justin had been waiting for me.
He’d kept the black trousers on from the SWAT getup. They hugged his round ass so perfectly that my mouth watered from the urge to bite it. I’d admired his beautiful body like this so many times before from afar, yet I knew this time was different.
“Hi,” I said, prompting him to turn around.
As he took me in from top to bottom, Justin’s breath hitched, his hungry eyes soaking in every inch of me. “Fuck,” he growled under his breath. “Holy shit. You’re wearing it.”
He slowly approached then took my face in both of his palms. I was shivering with need. He slid his hands down then traced his index finger down my neck, over my breasts and stopped at my navel. His eyes looked like he was in a trance as he examined every inch of my body, which was completely exposed through the sheer fabric.
He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, the same look of awe remained on his face. It was as if he hadn’t expected to still see me standing there. “No one’s ever compared to you, Amelia. You have to know that.” My heart felt like it was going to combust upon hearing him say that.
Then, he dropped to his knees. He wrapped his hands around my waist as he pushed me into him, kissing my navel and swirling his tongue slowly over my stomach. He lowered his mouth in soft kisses, stopping between my legs.
Slipping his hand into the back of my thong, he roughly gripped the material before sliding it slowly down my legs. As he stood up with my underwear in his hand, he said, “Fuck. They’re drenched.” He slowly sniffed them and let out a long breath before shaking his head slowly. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He pointed down to his crotch. “Look at me.” His pants could barely contain him, his cock was so swollen it seriously looked like it could puncture the material. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about anything. I’ve dreamt of this moment for what feels like my whole life. I never thought it would happen. I want to savor it.”
He took my hand and led me over to his bed. Sitting down on the edge, he lifted me onto him. My knees were wrapped around his thighs, and my bare * was straddling his erection over the material of his pants. His eyes were hazy as he looked up at me. “Tell me what your deepest, darkest fantasy is. I want to make it come true tonight.” When I hesitated, he said, “Let’s play a little. Tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid; nothing is off limits. Anything you want.”
I knew exactly what I wanted, what I’d been fantasizing about almost every single time I’d masturbated since last summer.
“I want you to stroke yourself like you were doing the day I was watching you, except this time I want it to be while you’re looking at me. I want to see how much you want me.”
His lips curled into a smile. “I have a fucked up confession.”