voluptuous, which is my preference, but her tits are ample and pert.
She’s not at all within the realm of my normal taste, but what I imagine inspired the term ‘cute as a button.’
But it’s not her attributes that are keeping me rooted here. The draw? Her smile and doe eyes. Somehow, they call to me. Sweet, sincere, soulful…they’re honesty unforced. I take a sip of my drink, watching her intently as she lifts her own glass.
Licking the remnants off her lip, she sets the pint on the bar, eyeing it as if it’s the most fascinating thing here. The darkening blush on her pale cheeks tells me she’s considering me in the same way. With my disclosure to her that I’m here for nothing more than a brief holiday and a good time, there’s clear insinuation hanging in the air. A proposition of sorts and I left the ball bouncing in her court. Faith told me enough to know that she’s been on the outskirts of social circles and dating for some time, but I hadn’t expected such a timid reaction. With Faith’s personality being what it is, it seems the two couldn’t be more different.
What surprises me now is that Sarah seems to be entertaining the idea. I wait for her to make the next move, the one that will tell me whether this will happen or if I’ll be taking my leave.
After several moments she clears her throat and looks up, curious eyes imploring mine. “So, what part of Ireland are you from?”
Small talk. She needs this. And oddly, I find myself eager to give it to her.
“Dublin.”
Her eyes light up. “I’ve always wanted to travel to Ireland. But I bet you always hear that.” She smiles that sweet smile as she rolls her eyes at her choice of words.
“I do. It’s a grand place—many fond memories. Loads of fun to be had, and more to make, but I’ve been living in London for the last year and may come stateside in the near future.”
Her lips curve upward slightly. “Oh, yeah?”
Wanting to persuasively suck that lower lip, bite it perhaps, I nod. “Eh, it’s still too early to tell.”
“What would bring you to America?” She tucks a lock of her soft blonde hair behind her ear.
More talk.
“Family business. My parents passed away recently, and my brothers and I are thinking about restructuring things a bit. They’re both married and settled in Dublin. I, however, am single and can be...flexible.” I can talk work all day, in fact, that’s how I spend all of my time as of late, but that’s not what tonight is about so I change the subject. “And what do you do?”
“I work in hospitality.”
I laugh, surprised by the coincidence.
She tilts her head. “Are you involved in that, as well?”
“You could say that.” I own one of the largest hotel chains worldwide, but she doesn’t need to know that. I’ve sunk to lows, but I’ve never had to use my money to get a woman in bed, and I’m not about to start now. She didn’t need to know about my parents dying, either. I could see the evoked sympathy when I admitted as much.
Too much honesty, too much rehashing of reality can kill a mood, and I don’t want that now. Not here. And not with her.
My desire to take her to bed is increasing more by the second. And though she’s still weighing it up, I won’t deny myself the unaccustomed pleasure I will no doubt find in her. I imagine we’ll have had a lot more conversation before dawn, and I’m not upset about that. There’s no denying I want to press my face into her neck, taste her with my lips…my tongue, to smell her, and to feel her body’s heat increase against my touch. I want to just...get in her space. Make her come, make her smile, draw out her moans when I’m deep within her. I can’t wait to uncover what’s behind this gentle exterior.
She seems to notice the air between us has changed. “Uhhh.” She fiddles with her soft blonde hair again, letting out a small laugh. The blush of her skin increases. “It’s kind of hard for me to keep a conversation when you’re looking at me like that.”
“That’s kind of the point, Sarah.” Her eyes widen, and her lips part. She likes the way her name sounds coming from my lips.
“You’re pretty intense,” she says in a shaky laugh.
“You have no idea.” I inhale the sticky