Page 55 of Missing Pieces

Chapter Twenty-Three

I am woken up on Saturday morning by a dog licking my face. I roll over and squeeze Poe. He rolls onto his back for a belly rub and I give in to his demands. My phone beeps and I grab it off the nightstand.

Easton: Can’t wait to see you.

I smile when I read his text. I haven’t talked to him since Thursday morning and I was worried. But Ivy told me he goes silent a lot when he leaves.

Me: I guess that means you’ll be back tonight.

Easton: Of course, Edy. I wouldn’t want to miss our date.

I don’t want to miss our date either and I am excited for him to cook for me again.

Easton: Did you decide what you want to eat?

Me: Surprise me. Or make your specialty. Whatever you want to do is fine.

Easton: Oh really? Then how about I eat you for dinner.

I suddenly feel warm as a chill runs through my body thinking of his mouth on me.

Easton: I’ll put you on the table and spread those beautiful legs wide open and devour that sweet pussy of yours until you're begging me to stop because you can’t take the pleasure anymore.

Fuck me. The thought of him doing those things to my body sends wetness to my core.

Me: That sounds like dessert for you. But what am I going to eat?

Easton: I am sure I can find something large for you to suck on.

I’ve felt Easton’s bulge through his jeans before and it does feel large. I am pretty sure I would enjoy sucking on it too, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Me: Really? What are you going to make that’s so large?

Easton: Sweetheart, just the thought of touching you is making me hard right now. And I’m not really packing light down there.

Me: Hmm. I’ve felt you and you don’t seem that impressive.

I giggle uncontrollably because I know that’s going to piss him off.

Easton: You have no idea what you’re talking about, baby. And just for that, I don’t know if you should get anything tonight.

Me: What if I beg?

Easton: Jesus sweet cheeks the thought of you begging has my dick so hard I might need to take my pants off and give it a stroke to calm it down.

Me: Well if you find the need to stroke it just imagine how it would feel if it was my mouth doing the stroking.

Easton: Fuck woman. I am sitting in a damn gas station right now. This is not the place for these thoughts.

Me: You started it.

Easton: Touche. Now I need to drive home as fast as possible so I can get to you faster.

Me: I can’t wait to see you.

Me: And touch you.

Easton: There will be a lot of touching baby. I promise you that. Come over at 7. Bring Poe. I don’t plan on letting you leave until morning.