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be my escape part 5 ( sequel to their story)
“Hey, Babe.”
“Hi Tee.”
“On your way home?”
“Yeah… need me to pick something up?”
“No. Just want you,” I purred.
“Are you trying to make me get into an accident?”
“No… just hurry home.”
“Im speeding,” she hung up.
I laughed. I waited on the couch until I heard the sound of her pulling into the driveway. I ran to the kitchen and poured a glass of white wine. I stood in front of the door as she stepped in.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hello.”
“A glass of wine,” I said holding out the long stem for her.
She took it and took a long sip.
“Thank you.”
“Go wash up. Dinners ready. And stay out of the bedroom,” I yelled as she walked away.
“Wheres Evan?” she asked sneaking up behind me.
She kissed the nape of my neck.
“Staying with Kit tonight.”
“So we have to house to ourselves tonight?” she asked kissing my neck again.
“Yep.”
“I love you,” she said moving her kisses to the side of my neck.
“I love you, too. Now go sit down.”
“Dinner smells wonderful,” she said sitting down.
I placed the plate in front of her.
“Grilled salmon and steamed mixed vegetables.”
“It looks wonderful, too.”
I poured more wine in her glass and some into mine. I sat across from her and watched as she put the first piece of fish into her mouth. With her eyes closed, she moaned. She liked it.
“Ill take that as you like it?”
“I love it.”
Dinner was quickly finished due to Bettes appetite. She couldnt keep her hands off me. I selected a medley old school R&B hits as a soundtrack to our night. I lead her into the bedroom undressing her along the way. Black blouse lain on the floor next to her black pinstriped pants. She pulled me into her arms kissing my neck and then behind my ear. I moaned as her tongue dipped inside my ear. She knew exactly where to touch me that would send me over the wall. Her hands slid under the straps and folded them down allowing the dress to fall. It puddled around my ankles. Her hands took inventory of clothes or lack thereof clothes I was wearing in between kisses. She looked down when her hand came in contact with bare skin below my pelvic bone. She smiled.
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(31 votes, average: 3.77 out of 5)
i love your stories… and i wish i could always comment but when i read at work i can’t… but please lknow i am reading every word… i love the way you have them love each other and how they open up to each other… bette was scared but tina was there for her… another great chapter… please keep them coming
GREAT CHAPTER..I LOVE THIS STORY AND ALL YOUR OTHERS….THANKS…
i love the way you write..the connection is there.. been waiting for this update,and is great. can’t wait for your next installment! post soon!
You know….it’s been raining strap-ons on this site for a little while now. But you didn’t just throw in a strap on just to throw it in. It helped reveal another dimension of the character and told a story that has already been well-developed. Made perfect sense for Bette to be so freaked out, given her past and what happened to her. Thanks for another great one. =)