my throat.
“Besides,” he went on, “maybe the whole blowjob-from-a-virgin thing intrigues me.”
My stomach rolled again, this time in a really sexy way.
“It does huh?” I smirked.
“Yes.”
“Well I’m not sure I can afford it.”
“Afford it?”
“Yeah,” I teased. “I’m hiring you, right? So I mean under the circumstances, wouldn’t I have to pay you for it?”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I’d let you do that for free.”
“Or maybe I’d charge you for it,” I teased back. “A little tit for tat.”
Senan huffed. “I see what you did there.”
“I told you already, I’ve got pun problems.”
“And a virginity problem too,” he countered seamlessly. A second or two of silence went by. When he spoke again, his voice was serious. “Would you like me to come by and take care of that?”
I swallowed hard, holding the half-empty bottle against my heated forehead. I was tingling all over.
“Yes please.”
The relief was back again. But right now it was nothing compared to the thrill and excitement.
“Then send me the address,” Senan said finally. “And I’ll do the rest.”
Ten
SENAN
Her place was even cozier than she claimed it to be, a pretty little loft apartment at the end of some steep wooden stairs. She took my coat as she closed the door behind me. I watched as she shook it gently, to free it of snow.
“Thanks.”
The place was dim but not dark. String lighting near the ceiling cast a warm amber glow, augmented by scented candles that smelled something like butterscotch. The kitchen and living room were all one area. Both were neat and immaculate…
… except for a large area of blankets, pillows, and bedding, arranged in a big square on the living room floor.
“Looks like you mean business this time,” I joked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ya think?”
She slid something cold into my hand, and I realized it was an open beer. Into my other hand she slid something warm, and that something was her ass.
“You’re not getting away this time,” Chastity told me.
Her body was soft and fragrant and curvy, and now pleasantly pressed against mine. She had one palm on my chest. With the other she reached up and tilted my chin downward, so she could kiss me.
MMMMmmmm. Nice.
Nice didn’t even begin to describe it. Her lips were even softer than last time, and tasted vaguely of something sweet. Sugar maybe. Or cotton candy. The kissing continued for half a minute, out tongues getting reacquainted until finally she stepped down from her toes and batted her eyes at me.
“You’re really taking charge,” I noted, finally sipping my beer. “Aren’t you?”
The lithe blonde creature attached to my hip shook her pretty little head. “No. I’m really not.” She nodded toward the makeshift bed. “Once we get in there, I want you to do everything.”
“Everything?” I teased.
She blushed again. I’d forgotten how cute it was.
“Everything within reason,” she purred. “But yes, I’d like you to take over. You can have me in all the ways that you want. Maybe you can pretend I’m your girlfriend.”
She looked down at her shuffling feet, and her expression went even more adorable. She was planting seeds of how she wanted this to go in my mind. I could feel my arousal growing.
“I want you to make love to me,” she said shyly. “I want you to make me yours.”
Now it was my turn to place a finger under her chin. Delicately and slowly, I forced her to look into my eyes again.
“Okay.”
I kissed her again, setting my beer down so I could get both arms around her. She was wearing a red lace babydoll teddy, short enough that it danced around the tops of her thighs. Cupping her delectable ass in both hands, I inhaled her scent: coconut and vanilla, and maybe salt from the sea. She smelled like the tropics. Like a beautiful stretch of unblemished beach. I was going to leave footprints on that beach — indelible ones, too. But I was going to do it gently.
“You feel amazing.”
I slid my palms over the warm, supple expanse of skin, until I found what I was looking for. Chastity’s thong was a thin strip of embedded satin, emerging only at the very top of her perfect ass. I followed it downward, through the valley between her thighs. My fingers slid even lower, until her wetness became apparent as she gasped against me.
“Come on,” I told her softly. “Let’s go.”
I took her hand in mine, and led her in the direction of the makeshift bed. Her tiny lips were pursed, her eyes