I'm All Yours (12 page)

He smiled because by the feel of things she was wearing the garter belt he’d sent earlier that day. Kyle couldn’t wait to see her in it, to take it off her body…

“I don’t know about you
,
but I’m about ready to leave,” he whispered.

“Me
,
too.”

“Is it okay if we take the limo back to your place?”

“To see if we can find more things we have in common?”
she asked.

She gave him a naughty look, raising one eyebrow and grinning.
It was a
look he’
d never seen on her face before but hoped he’d see again and again.

“I
’m sure we’re going to find a lot more
. I’ll let the driver know we’re ready
,
and I’ll pay the bill.”

*
***

With their past history, Evie
couldn’t
believe that she was opening her front door and invitin
g Kyle into her home. She’d
thought the incident in the elevator had been some type of fluke
. However, at this very minute the
same type of stirring s
he’d felt yesterday while they’d been trapped was making her pussy convulse. She
wanted to pull him inside her townhouse
by his tie, rip off all his clothes
,
and demand
he fuck her until she couldn’t take one more thrust
.

She flipped on the light as he stepped over the
threshold. The house didn’t have a hallway
,
so the entryway opened immediately into the living room. Kyle looked all around.

“I like the color scheme,” he said.

She’d chosen neutral ones like
beige and brown
,
thinking any color and style of furniture would always match the décor. She
had
thought by now she’d be married and this place would be history
,
but that hadn’t been the case
.

Kyle grabbed her hand and pulled her in close, taking
her by surprise. He eased her jacket off her shoulders,
letting it fall to the floor by the back of her heels.

“You want to show me your bedroom?” he asked before he kissed her neck.

“I hope you like it as much as my living room.”

“I’m sure I will.”

Evie took hold of his hand
and pulled him along into hallway on the other side of the living room
and into her bedroom. She
turned on the light by the bed as he stood by the door.

“Wow, you like paintings,
”
he said looking around the room.

“They’re mine. I mean these are the ones
I’ve sketched or painted.”

“You created all of these?”

She nodded
. He walked over to one on the far wall and stood in front of it.

“I thought yo
u were kidding
when yo
u said you did artwork. Evie,
you
’re a fantastic artist.”

“Well, I’m slowly improving.”

He moved to the next painting, this one of a little girl on
a bike. In fact, it was the neighbor across the street’s little girl
,
who
m
Evie had caught a glimpse of riding up and down the driveway one sunny afternoon.

“If you get a
ny better you’ll be a
professional. My mom would like to see these.”

“Well, I’d
love to meet her.”

He turned
,
and it
looked like he was about to say something in response
,
but instead he turned back and looked at the
next painting
,
a
n
English count
ry garden scene she’d sketched after seeing it in a travel book of the UK.

“I love al
l of these. Will you sell one to me
?”
asked Kyle.

“How about I give you one
?
As my apology for you know what.”

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him so they were almost nose to nose
. “That’s very nice of you. I see you have a pile of books by your bed. You like to read between the sheets?”

“One of my favorite indulgences
.”

“Me
,
too. You like mysteries?”

“My favorite genre.”

“Mine
,
too. Hey, does that count for one o
r two things we have in common?”

“I’d say definitely two,
”
she said as they rubbed noses and then kissed.

He squeezed her ass
and ran his hands over both cheeks.

“Am I correct in assuming that you’re wearing the gift I sent
you?” asked Kyle.

Had he planned all this, had this
in mind when he’d picked it out?
Had he imagined her w
earing it and nothing else as she stood in front of him?
If so, he was going to be in luck very soon.

“Why don’t you take off my dress and find out for yourself
?
”

“I’d really like to do that.”

He gave her a quick kiss before he reached behind her back and gently pulled on the zipper of her favorite black dress. She’d bought it a long time ago but never worn
it. It had been an impulse buy and definitely one of those
a spur of the moment type of thing
s, much like the sex in the elevator had been.
She’d imagined she’d we
ar it for a special man. W
hen she’d pulled it out of the clos
et earlier that evening she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach
that she was on her way to meet a man who’d play a big role in her life from there on out. Little did she know that guy would be Kyle. Now she was glad he’d been t
he recipient of the first official wearing of
the dress.

It fell to the floo
r by her feet. Here she stood
in
the bra, panties, stockings and garter belt in front of a man
who
less than forty eight hour
s
ago she’d considered public enemy number one.

He didn’t say anything but began planting tiny kisses across her collarbone. It tickled
,
but at the same time was the most erotic thing a man had ever done to her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed all
the pleasure he offered her. Kyle
lifted up the right strap of her bra a
nd set it down on her upper arm while letting his
kisses trail over her shoulder.

Evie took a deep breath as his hand invaded the cup of her bra
,
and his fingers squeezed her nipple. His attention turned to the other shoulder. First he pulled dow
n the strap
before lifting her chin up so he could kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue first of all scrape across her lower li
p before dueling with her own,
and then slowly slipping inside her mouth.

She wrapped her arms around him, hoping
she wasn’t really dreaming. That
this wasn’t all one ridiculous fantasy her mind had created about the man who’d once humiliated
her
. Maybe there
was something Freudian about it
.

But no, this was so real
,
the wa
y her heart beat faster, how
her pussy pulled and tugged
,
and
there was no mistaking the very huge
wet patch in her panti
es. Yes, this was real, oh, so real.

“I
think we should take this nice and
slow,” said Kyle. “It was wham
,
bam in the elevator
,
and while it
was great, nice and easy can be satisfying
,
too.”

She ran her hands through his thick hair
,
h
er
fi
ngers almost getting lost in its
slight waves.

“You think we can take it slow?” asked Evie.

“If we
remember something fantastic is waiting at the end, I think we can.”

Something fantastic
.
H
ow
could the orgasm she’d experienced in the elevator
ever
be topped?

He reached behind her back again
,
this time unclasping
her bra. He cradled it in his hand after easing it from her body
and then let it fall to the ground. She wanted to ask him how he knew her exact size but didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Evie didn’t know what Kyle was thinking as he stood looking at her breasts. Were they too big, too small, a little saggy
?

“They’re beautiful,” he finally said.

Was he able to read her mind?

“So beautiful that
I want to touch
them
,
tease them, kiss them, and yes,
hold them.”

He was a m
an of his word. He
ran his hands over them, sending sparks of erotic pleasure through
out
her entire body.

Teasing
. H
e
knew how to do that
,
too. He passed his fingers over her nipples, ba
rely coming in contact with her now
ultra
-
sensitive skin,
but she felt it all the same.

And kiss them he did. He painstakingly planted kisses over every inch of them, letting his
lips linger on her left nipple
as he moved on to the
“
hold them
”
part of his promise.