mine mine number nine

eleven

winona lola:
he rented out the place. candles everywhere. we hold hands as we eat. it's just one table in this room. the ceilings are so high it's so magnificent. it's mainly brick in here so it gives the place a warm feeling.
"so, how's your work?" he asks. and i have to appreciate how he doesn't sound rude about it. he
takes my work seriously.
"really good actually, i finished like seven paintings." i smile.
"that's awesome. so do they go straight to the museum or?" he asks.
his eyes are very active when he talks.
"yeah, yeah. since i am the owner i get to say what comes in and what stays out." i smile.
"that's really really cool. you like it?"
"yeah i - i love it." i smile at him.
he smiles at me.
"want some of my pasta?" he asks.
"yeah." i say.
he feeds me it, and it's right here in this moment. josh allen is feeding me pesto and the way in which he's slowly pulling the fork out i realize: i'm fucking him tonight.
we continue to talk but all i can feel is my thighs pressed together as he rubs my arm gently.

it's been a while since i've gotten out, ok?
when he talks to me, he's so gentle with his words. i never have to guess what he is thinking or wanting to say. he just does it. and there's something about that that makes me keep coming back to him, honestly.
"can we get the check?" he smiles at the waiter.
"yes."
"thank you." he says.
AND MANNERS? oh girl. oh... girl. i down my wine, "i'm going to use the restroom, excuse me."
"of course."
...
i walk into the bathroom and fix my red lacy lingerie i have underneath. adding more gloss, fixing my hair.
"you get him girl!" i whisper to myself.
...
he's waiting for me when we leave. we go to his car. the wind so nice out, the stars are out too. we don't talk much but there's something unsaid that we both know, and that's nice. it's like we speak our own language.
joe and i ... had that ... too.
i'm sitting in the passenger as i wait for him to get in. once he settles he says, "so where to now?" he jokes.
"uhm." i blush.
"what is it, pretty girl?" he puts his hand on my thigh.
"it's just that i want to wake up in my bed, you know?" i say honestly.
"for sure i can't take you home if you-"
i cut him off: "but i want nasty sex too."
he looks dumbfounded. then he looks like a man who just registered what he heard. my heart might as well jump out of my chest, why would i say that? what's that saying? can't get over someone, get under someone new? is that what it is? who cares because now i see the wheels turning in josh's head.
"so, want me to drive to a safer location?"
"yes." i whisper.
and he does. i shift in my seat as i've really never let anyone go super far with me, but he's been so amazing tonight. i can't imagine that it'll be horrific.
-
he parks the car. we unbuckle our belts and lean into a passionate kiss. i was a little worried for how this was gonna start but that, was pretty perfect. he pets my hair as we kiss. he's not a sloppy kisser which i appreciate. my hand is on his wrist, but then he pulls away.
"let's go to the back."
"ok." i smile.
we meet in the back where i straddle him. his hands spank me repeatedly, very gently. as we make out i grind onto him. i am slightly drunk, and when i am drunk, i'm a filthy bitch. i grind until i feel it, and its hard. i moan out every so often, keeping my pace on his dick.
i look up for air and when i do, he rips open my dress. the gentleman i knew during dinner is gone. his mouth attaches itself to my nipple and sucks on it. his tongue draws circles around my erect nipple. it feels heavenly. i grab his face and keep him there.
"let me eat your pussy." he breathlessly says.
and its needy, the way he says it. the way he needs it. it's like he needs me to say yes. the power that flushes onto my face is ... getting me drunk.
"okay daddy." i say.
then i realized what i said...
"you're into that?"
"yeah. is that ok?" i ask.
did i make it awkward?
"yeah, i want you to feel good on me." he smirks as he tosses my body to the side. hovering over me he tears open my dress.
"fuck, i'll buy you a new one." he smiles.
i moan out. "good." he kisses and sucks all the way around my body. it is like i am honey and he's my bee. to be worshipped like this is undeniably a drug. the way his hands grip my back to push me into his face more. it's ... it's ... orgasmic.
he throws my legs over his shoulders and kisses my clit through my panties. i squirm.
"can you stay still?" his tone is mocking me.
"i can try." i say.
"good girl."
i feel his finger slid my panties to the side and lick. little licks at first, then passionate, big, tongue everywhere licks. his left hand is holding mine, his right is massage my boob. this man goes at it, like he's getting more pleasure than i am.
he slides one finger in.
two fingers.
then three.
i am moaning, hell, i am screaming in the back of his car. i have never felt this before. life has a reason, i have discovered it: to have sex.
how profound, i know.
once my cum coats his chin he sits back.
"happy valentines" he smiles.
"let's get you home."
"wait, you don't want anything?" i ask.
"a lady should never give on valentines, it's rude." he says.
but i wanted too...