The Lust Of Love

Craving Him

We were just there waiting because I hadn't instructed Henry about where we were going just yet but he pulled into traffic, seeming to understand that I needed a moment to talk to Sophie. Some kind of Guy code or something that he instantly understands me .

"I asked her". "What's going on inside that pretty head, baby?" I laced my fingers with hers.

She then swallowed a lump of wet saliva in her throat, and slowly turning to face me. "It's just . . . maybe we aren't compatible in New York."

" Whoa I said" . Where was this coming from? "Of course we are compatible .I know that we are compatible physically, emotionally, and intellectually, so why should it matter what city we're in? I'll move us both to Paris tomorrow if you think our relationship works better there."

Her mouth softened, curling into a smile, and I brought her hand to my lips, leaving a soft and damp kiss there.

I realize that couldn't seem to stop touching her. My hand rested against her thigh, covered in black leggings. I wanted to thank whoever invented these body-hugging things. I bet her ass would look amazing. I wanted to peel them down her legs with my teeth, exposing inch by silky and soft inch of her skin. "Will you come home with me?"I then asked her"

Her eyes lifted to mine and she blinked in rapid motion , thinking it over. "Just to talk?"she asked.

I couldn't lie to her. Not with those dark brown Hazel eyes with a tint of green locked on mine, looking so sweet and innocent. "We can talk if you want. But I want you to stay the night." I told her .

She bit down on her bottom lip, her teeth leaving an impression in her cute soft lips flesh. Shit. It was getting me really hard . "Okay, I can stay over again . . . but I was serious when I said we needed to take our time, date, and go slow."she said.

I then trailed my hand higher up her thigh, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "If you won't let me f**k you, can I at least taste your pu**y, baby?"

Sophie let out a tiny whimper and her gaze shot forward to Henry. He wasn't paying us any attention. I paid him enough to forget whatever he'd seen and overheard throughout the years. "He's not listening," I whispered.

"Babe . . ." she groaned, squirming against the leather seat.

I absolutely f**king loved how I could get her hot so easily. I loved watching her response to me. This was way better than texting with her. "We're dating, baby, we're allowed to have some fun, aren't we?" I ran my nose along the curve of her neck, my warm breath causing her skin to respond by breaking out in chill bumps.

She swallowed a gulp of saliva and gripped the seat beside her.

"Henry, just one stop. My place," I instructed.

A little back trace of my place that I lived in , it is a historic district in the city with rows of beautifully ornate Victorian homes that had long ago been split into apartments. Mine was in a quaint redbrick building with a doorman and a red carpet on the sidewalk leading into the foyer. It was very classy and felt safe in an upscale area popular with small families and wealthy bachelors. It suited him perfectly.

We thanked Henry and greeted the night doorman before heading for the elevator and went to my place.