“You ready to hit the road?” Paul asked as I snagged one last pretzel dipped in cheese.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” Watching my boyfriend talk all night to friends had me starving for some alone time with him.
His mouth slipped into a suggestive smile. “I’m ready to go home and get busy. I don’t know about you.”
I returned his lusty leer with a raise of my eyebrow. “Well, I was already ready to go. Now I want you to speed home. And, hell yes, I’m so ready for that.” I adored this man and how he was as obsessed with sex as me.
“Then let’s get out of here asap.” He grabbed my hand, and we said our goodbyes to our friends.
I had half of a mind to drag him to a bedroom and just jump on him before we hit the road, but I knew that would just be a quickie and I was more in the mood for a long sensual foray than something quick and rushed. Plus, multiple orgasms were my jam, and I knew with a quickie that wasn’t likely to happen.
Paul glanced back at me as he pulled me through the front door into the deep black night air. Our friends Melissa and Don lived in the wild of northern Minnesota, deep in the woods where glimpses of stars only happened on the roads or immediately above homes. Otherwise, the ceilings of tree tops prevailed. We lived about twenty minutes east of...