...If he’d been honest from the start…
She could say the same thing about herself. She might do just that when he showed up…if he showed up. There was no guarantee he was in the office, or that he monitored appointments. She hadn’t thought about that.
If someone other than Josh came by with the forms, she could just tell the representative she’d changed her mind. Or maybe suck it up and take the chance. It was a dinner, for crying out loud, nothing more. She deserved a night out with a handsome man, even if she did have to pay for it.
But it would be so much nicer if Josh showed up. If he’d pull her into his arms and kiss her until she melted. Run those warm hands over her naked flesh. Surely she hadn’t misread the fire in his eyes.
The breeze caressed her nipples where they were exposed just above the water, chilling them to hard gems. She turned again, letting long, smooth strokes carry her from one end of the pool to the other until exhaustion pulled her to the side. Arms braced, she hoisted herself out and sprawled in the nearest chaise lounge to let the warm California sun dry her.
Amy toyed with her nipples as she imagined Josh’s fingers and lips there. He’d twirl one, suckle the other, then switch sides until she was arched in gap-mouthed ecstasy against him. She’d wrap her legs around his and rub her aching pussy along his pulsing cock. She combed her fingers through her pubic curls, straight to the moist slit. It felt like her clit met her halfway.
He’d suck her there, too. Long sweeps of his tongue, his fingers probing deep into her cunt, finger-fucking her ass while his tongue forced her clit to rigid attention. Then she’d come. God, how she’d come. He’d let her rest, dragging his mouth up her body, and he’d slowly wedge his hips between her thighs.
Her fingers flashed over her clit.
He’d be big, hard…the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. He’d have to enter her by slow degrees, spreading her pussy lips wide with the head of it before spearing the full length deep inside.
Amy gasped, lost in the daydream.
Then he’d fuck her, pulling almost all the way out before seating back home in a slow, sweet glide. Easing her onto his length, letting her muscles mold around his cock. Heat would flush their skin, bonding them more.
She cried out softly as her body tensed. Pretending was good, so good. Reality would steal her breath away.
Slow glides would give way to a pounding, frantic beat. Josh wouldn’t be able to control himself, driven mad from the want of her body, the need to come, the craving to make them one. He’d spread her thighs wide, her knees up, making sure she felt every thrust from clit to womb. And then they’d…
Amy reared her hips on a blinding orgasm, riding her clit until the last spasm died. A sigh eased her into the cushion of the chaise. She wished it was Josh’s arms. Soon…soon she’d have the answer she needed. Amy hoped she could handle it if the answer was no...