The Lady in Red

Lake-side, Lake night

Days after eating Nat up like as if she were the rarest delicacy in the world, Adam is ready for more. He sends her text prompting her to meet him at the diner he took her to during their second encounter, where he sobered her up. He excitedly awaits their encounter and dirty thoughts of her without clothes flood his mind.

He heads toward the diner to meet his lovely vixen, ready for the plan he is about to set in motion when he sees her. He won't taste her or have her tonight, he'll tease her instead. He's ready to make her beg for him, beg for more touching, more tasting, and then, when she practically can't breathe without his touch, he'll withdraw completely. 

Nat sits at the booth they shared not so long ago.

       "Hello, handsome," Nat drawls when she sees Adam enter the restaurant. She stands to greet him. He's eight inches taller than her, so their embrace is one where he towers over her.

       "Hello, yourself," Adam pulls her in for a kiss on the cheek, making sure to bend down and plant a slight nibble on her neck as well.

The action sends a warm vibration through her. Her cheeks blush as she sits down again, crossing her legs and mentally fanning herself.

       A waitress takes their drink order and walks away quickly, before Nat bites her lip and tells him, "I've been thinking about you."

       His teeth shine through an arrogant smile as he banters, "Oh, have you now? What, pray tell, do these thoughts include?" 

He leans forward on his elbows.

       A witty look overshadows her face, "Hmm... What was it you said to me in the car the other day? 'That's for me to know, and for you to find out?'"

       "Trust me, I definitely intend to." He growls. 

Hunger accompanies his voice, a hunger for her. His groin tightens and his blood quickens as a vision of her pinned against a counter, skirt pulled up with her hair bunched in his hand, flashes through his brain.

       Nat plays with a short strand of hair, "What are our plans for tonight?" 

A dark glint hovers over her eyes, showing him exactly what she wants to do.

       "I thought we'd take a walk," his eyes take in her over-sized knit sweater, the color of mustard. Perfect. "We'll go see the lake with the crowd, ya know. Hand in hand. Or... hand in something else. Like maybe those delicious tights of yours. Of course-" He leans against his seat- "Only if you allow it."

       Nat blushes again and leans forward on one of her elbows, "Keep talking like that, and I'll let you do anything to me." She flutters her eyelashes flirtatiously.

       "You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" Adam grins devilishly.

       "Only if you don't give me what I want, when I want it," She teases. Her hand closes over her own throat as she continues, "So when it comes down to it, you'd better pay attention when I give you hints."

She slips her hand from her throat swiftly and smiles innocently at the waitress as she sets their drinks in front of them and leaves, acting like she hadn't just told him she likes to be choked. His hardness presses against his jeans. What he wouldn't give to do just that, choke her and pound into her on this table, right now. 

Pace yourself, he scolds.

       "Keep playing games, and I'll show you the rules," he says to her. "I don't know about you, but I don't play fair." 

He languidly slides from his seat into hers, leaving no space between them. His hand creeps up her thigh, slowly, slowly, until he reaches the warmth between her legs.