more than he wanted to breathe, but he controlled himself…barely. “Yeah, I can tell. You’ve got beautiful tits, Shy. They don’t sag and sit high on your chest. But when you were wearing that bra earlier, they were pushed up even higher, and the cleavage it created made me want to bury my face between your flesh and spend hours worshiping you there. So yeah, I can tell.”
Dude brought his right hand up to her chest and caressed the top of her breasts that were showing above the scoop neck of her shirt.
“I…uh…Do I look okay in this sweater without it?”
Dude didn’t like the uncertainty in Cheyenne’s words. Damn. He mentally kicked himself again. He was saying all the wrong things tonight. He knew Cheyenne wasn’t confident in herself and how she looked. He’d have to work on that.
“I think I already covered how ‘okay’ you look in that shirt, Shy. And on second thought, my teammates might be married, but I don’t want them ogling you all night, and ogle they would do if you were wearing that bra. I think I’ll have to make sure you only wear your sexy lingerie when we’re alone.” Dude watched as Cheyenne gave him a small shy smile.
Dude pulled Cheyenne forward, put his right hand under her chin and lifted her head so he could get at her with the perfect angle, and kissed her long and deep. The kiss was over way too quickly, but Dude knew he had to get them out of there. Every word he’d spoken was the God’s honest truth, and if he didn’t get them gone, they wouldn’t go.
Dude pulled back. “Peppermint. Every time I kiss you, you taste different.”
“It’s my lip balm,” Cheyenne told him softly.
“I love it.” Dude left his right hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him, and took his left hand and curled his remaining fingers down and ran the stubs of his fingers over the mark on the side of her neck, her collarbone, then down over the swells of her breasts. Without looking away from her eyes, Dude moved his hand lower and ran his hand over the nipple on her right breast. Feeling it peak even more than it was before, he finally looked down.
“Damn, Shy, You’re so fucking responsive.”
“I haven’t been before,” Cheyenne said the words without thought, then cringed. Shit.
Not freaking out over her mention of being with other men, Dude commented, “Oh man, we’re going to have fun aren’t we?” Taking a deep breath, Dude moved his hand so it gently grasped her arm. “Did you pack a bag? You’re coming to my place tonight.”
Cheyenne nodded shyly at him, and pointed to her bag sitting next to the door.
Dude took a deep breath, the sight of her pre-packed bag, knowing she’d done what he’d asked of her without balking, did something to him. Yes, he’d told her to, but ultimately she made the decision to do it. It was what he loved best about being with submissive women. They held all the power. He could order Cheyenne around all he wanted, but in the end, she was the one who allowed it or not. Dude leaned down and grabbed the small bag, suddenly wishing it had a lot more in it, and said, “Come on, we have to go. Now.”
Cheyenne smiled at him. Faulkner liked to boss her around, it was obvious he liked to be in control in the bedroom, but she could still get to him. She liked that.
Now they were sitting in his truck on the way to Ice and Wolf’s house.
“Tell me about your friends again?” Cheyenne asked as they headed down the road.
“Wolf is the team leader. Ice is his woman and she’s a chemist. She saved his life when they were on a plane that was hijacked.”
“I remember that! Holy shit! That was your SEAL team?” Fascinated by the blush that stole over Faulkner’s face, Cheyenne waited for him to continue.
“Yeah, that was us. They went through a whole bunch of shit, but eventually Caroline moved out here to be with him. They recently got married. Then there’s Abe and Alabama. Things were great with them until Abe said some
Dude brought his right hand up to her chest and caressed the top of her breasts that were showing above the scoop neck of her shirt.
“I…uh…Do I look okay in this sweater without it?”
Dude didn’t like the uncertainty in Cheyenne’s words. Damn. He mentally kicked himself again. He was saying all the wrong things tonight. He knew Cheyenne wasn’t confident in herself and how she looked. He’d have to work on that.
“I think I already covered how ‘okay’ you look in that shirt, Shy. And on second thought, my teammates might be married, but I don’t want them ogling you all night, and ogle they would do if you were wearing that bra. I think I’ll have to make sure you only wear your sexy lingerie when we’re alone.” Dude watched as Cheyenne gave him a small shy smile.
Dude pulled Cheyenne forward, put his right hand under her chin and lifted her head so he could get at her with the perfect angle, and kissed her long and deep. The kiss was over way too quickly, but Dude knew he had to get them out of there. Every word he’d spoken was the God’s honest truth, and if he didn’t get them gone, they wouldn’t go.
Dude pulled back. “Peppermint. Every time I kiss you, you taste different.”
“It’s my lip balm,” Cheyenne told him softly.
“I love it.” Dude left his right hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him, and took his left hand and curled his remaining fingers down and ran the stubs of his fingers over the mark on the side of her neck, her collarbone, then down over the swells of her breasts. Without looking away from her eyes, Dude moved his hand lower and ran his hand over the nipple on her right breast. Feeling it peak even more than it was before, he finally looked down.
“Damn, Shy, You’re so fucking responsive.”
“I haven’t been before,” Cheyenne said the words without thought, then cringed. Shit.
Not freaking out over her mention of being with other men, Dude commented, “Oh man, we’re going to have fun aren’t we?” Taking a deep breath, Dude moved his hand so it gently grasped her arm. “Did you pack a bag? You’re coming to my place tonight.”
Cheyenne nodded shyly at him, and pointed to her bag sitting next to the door.
Dude took a deep breath, the sight of her pre-packed bag, knowing she’d done what he’d asked of her without balking, did something to him. Yes, he’d told her to, but ultimately she made the decision to do it. It was what he loved best about being with submissive women. They held all the power. He could order Cheyenne around all he wanted, but in the end, she was the one who allowed it or not. Dude leaned down and grabbed the small bag, suddenly wishing it had a lot more in it, and said, “Come on, we have to go. Now.”
Cheyenne smiled at him. Faulkner liked to boss her around, it was obvious he liked to be in control in the bedroom, but she could still get to him. She liked that.
Now they were sitting in his truck on the way to Ice and Wolf’s house.
“Tell me about your friends again?” Cheyenne asked as they headed down the road.
“Wolf is the team leader. Ice is his woman and she’s a chemist. She saved his life when they were on a plane that was hijacked.”
“I remember that! Holy shit! That was your SEAL team?” Fascinated by the blush that stole over Faulkner’s face, Cheyenne waited for him to continue.
“Yeah, that was us. They went through a whole bunch of shit, but eventually Caroline moved out here to be with him. They recently got married. Then there’s Abe and Alabama. Things were great with them until Abe said some
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