They arrived Friday evening. By the time Alex had the fire going, she had already changed into his favorite sweater—the one that hung off her shoulder—and was pouring two glasses of red wine. "Relax," she whispered, guiding him to the worn leather couch.
She didn’t ask. She took.
Then her hand found his thigh. "You know," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear, "I’ve been thinking about this drive up here all week. Watching you concentrate on the road. Your jaw. Your hands on the wheel." Her fingers traced higher. "I’ve been patient." Shaiden Rogue - Girlfriend Drains My Balls In -...
"Thirsty?" she asked innocently.
Shaiden had other plans.
They left the cabin later than planned. Alex could barely walk straight. Shaiden, radiant and smug, drove them home.
She leaned down, her lips ghosting over his. "Good. That means I did my job." Then she slipped under the covers. "One more for the road." They arrived Friday evening
"One down. Two to go. At least." Saturday morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and the weight of her straddling his hips. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, already naked beneath the rumpled sheets. "I made you breakfast. But first…" She slid down his body. "Dessert."