“You could never do that, but you are one hundred percent wrong about one very important thing.” He reached behind his head and pulled off his sweater. “I can’t stop thinking about just how much I want you and what I’d like to do with you and to you. I don’t want someone like you, I want you. But if you want me to stop, you need to tell me.”

Cock hard as steel, he flipped off his shoes and then took off his jeans and underwear. The strip clubs weren’t going to be calling him after that performance, but he didn’t think slow was what Chelle was after tonight.

“Did you want a whiskey?” she asked, desire darkened her eyes as she watched.

“No.” He shook his head as he wrapped his hand around his dick, giving it a hard, slow stroke, relishing the way she bit down on her full bottom lip as he did. “I’ll have some of yours.”

He let go of his cock and dipped a finger in her glass, then held it above the V opening of her robe and let the amber liquid drip off the tip and down the valley between her tits. Her moan of pleasure had him reaching down to squeeze the base of his dick to send the “slow down” signal to his balls.

This woman—this woman, at least tonight—knew exactly how to play him.

What she didn’t seem to realize, though, was that he could play this game, too. Instead of bending over and licking her dry, he picked her up out of the chair and she gave out a surprised gasp. Then he put her down on her feet, and while she stood there, he dragged his tongue down the line of whiskey, licking up every drop as he stripped her robe off her and then let it drop to the floor.

She’d expect him to go for her bra next, to unhook it and let it drop. Too bad. Instead, he swept his tongue further south, kissing, licking, and nipping his way toward the promised land.

“I like your belly.” He dropped a line of kisses that crossed just below her belly button. “And these hips are fucking fantastic.” He glided his hands over her hips as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. “I’ve been imagining your thighs so much.” He rocked back on his heels and looked up at her. “Now it’s my turn. I want to see you.”

She bit down on her bottom lip as she trailed her fingers down the side of her neck and then moved them lower so they glided across the full, round curve of the top of her tits. “You want me to strip?”