But I shook my head, trying to bring myself back to reality. I wasn’t gonna give her all of it, one was enough, and it was a fucking parting gift for crying out loud, something I’d hand her at week’s end. But while dressing for tonight’s dinner, I’d found myself spinning the lock to the vault, my fingers moving of their own volition.
And pulling out the emerald pendant, the green gem lit with an internal fire, I knew it was right. I wasn’t going to wait, it’d look beautiful on her now, compliment that shining fall of brown curls, look amazing against her creamy throat. And god no, I wasn’t gonna unpack my emotions now, figure out what was causing me to behave this way. So shaking my head, I slipped the gem into my pocket, promising myself to give it to Lindy only if everything went right, if I had absolutely no doubts.
And fuck, but everything was more than right. It was a hundred, a thousand percent right. Lindy’s humbleness, her giving nature, the way she wanted her parents to be happy, cared more about them than herself, spoke well of the girl. Plus, school. I liked what she had to say, about her classmates being juvenile, the dudes mere ants, nothing compared to a mature man. So “right” wasn’t the word to describe the brunette, it was more along lines of “perfect.” And I wanted to make her happy.
“Here,” I said, pushing the box towards her. “Put it on.”
Her hands trembled a little, her eyes welling up.
“But Chris, I don’t get it,” she said, her voice quavering. “Why? What is this for?”
And I leaned forward and pressed a swift kiss against her lips.
“For being you,” I whispered against that peachy pink pout. “For nothing else but being you.”
And Lindy positively melted against me then, her mouth opening under mine, her arms going around my neck to hold me tight, the sweetest, softest restraints. And fuck, but I’d never felt a better prison, feeling her latch onto me like that, her curvy form warm, willing, so generous and sweet.
“Thank you,” she murmured, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, you don’t understand how that makes me feel.”
But I knew all too well because I was feeling it too. Somehow, the physical had become intertwined with the emotional and I knew, fucking knew, that I was in real danger. Well it’s only ten days, I growled to myself. Ten days and then the danger’s gone, the fairy tale’s over.
So I went took advantage of the time left. Taking a couple bills from my wallet and throwing them onto the table, I swept the brunette into my arms, growling into her mouth.
“I need you baby,” I whispered rawly against that slim white throat, nuzzling the sensitive flesh. “I need you now.”
And she was so responsive, her breathing hitched, hard nipples pressed against my chest that I knew she needed it just as badly, wanted to ravish me and be ravished, now and not later.
“But Chris,” she panted, her voice trembly and soft. “What about the food? We haven’t finished our meal yet.”
I growled, not giving a shit.
“I know the chef, he’s not gonna be offended if we take off … especially since I left a giant tip for the staff.” And it was true, money paves the way for everything, and I’d be welcomed back at Osteria with open arms based on the tip alone and not the way we were rudely leaving our food half-eaten. So I spirited her away, racing back in my Lamborghini to the house, rushing up the stairs with Lindy in my arms before depositing her on the big master bed.
“Take off your clothes,” I commanded. “Let me see all of you.”
And the girl smiled shyly. Really, still shy after everything we’d done, my cock in her pussy countless times, my thumb in her ass?
But my brunette is no worldly woman, her movements still hesitant, slowly peeling away the lavender cocktail dress, letting the high heels drop softly to the ground before sensuously rolling off her thigh highs, leaving her clad in nothing but a black g-string.
“This too?” she asked softly, fingering the lace, her eyes melted pools of caramel.
I nodded sharply, my blue gaze pure fire on that sassy form.
“That too,” I commanded, and in a sweet second, it was off, her cunny bare to my gaze.
But I wasn’t finished yet because my mind moves in mysterious ways and Lindy’s body was just the ticket for release, to find my dreams.
“Baby,” I said, taking the emerald necklace out of my pocket. “Run this through your cunt, get it all lubed up, and then put it on your neck.”
She flushed then, head to toe, I could see the beautiful pink making her nips turn red, stand out all the more, her pussy grow more swollen before my eyes.