She falters for a minute. It shows in the way her eyes widen, pupils flare. Hesitation. Unhabituated. Her eyes flick left and right. “So like, I’ve only?—”
“You don’t need to do this.” I swipe a knuckle down her cheek.
“I want to. Just?—”
“You’re going to make it so good, baby.” I let out a gentle, hopefully soothing, more pathetic than anything, laugh. “Look at me. One touch, any touch, of yours and I’m already barely hanging on.” I run a curl through my fingers.
With a slight wiggle, I move my body up the bed, push my shoulders into a crunch against the headboard so I can comfortably see her.
She’s beautiful.
Positioned above me. Heated and desire-soaked hazels, and cheeks dipped cherry red. I pull a scrunchie off my wrist, lean forward an inch to gather her hair curtaining her face. I tie it off for her.
“Is that mine?”
“You left it here a couple of weeks ago.” She arches a brow. “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
She sticks her tongue out at me teasingly. “You’ll teach me though? Tell me what you like.”
When I nod, Sutton lowers her mouth onto me. All. The. Way. The hesitation from minutes ago dissipating. Holy fuck. My groan works through my body. Rolling its way from where she is through my abs and chest, and up my throat.
Sutton works up and down, once. Her mouth makes a popping noise when she pulls herself off me and sits up. I whimper at the loss of contact.
Her hand wraps around me, and she pulls a slow, hesitant stroke. Then repeats it again and again. “Is this okay?”
“M-mor-more than okay,” I can barely get out. “So good.”
“So you like it?”
“Sutton. Baby, please. Keep going.”
Sutton leans forward, returns her mouth to me.
I’m a goner for this girl, always have been. But now? I’m rocketed out of this world. Her touch is the flames that carry me straight through the atmosphere.
I’ve never seen stars before, not like this.
My chest rises and falls, picking up as she drags her mouth down and up in a god-sent pace. I can’t hold myself back much longer.
Sutton takes her hand, finds my free one, placing it on her head. My fucking girl. She wants direction, not that she needs it. Always hungry to learn.
I twist her messy ponytail around my fist, push down on the back of her head. There’s a quiet choking noise. “You’re so good. That’s perfect.”
It happens again, but she doesn’t let up.
I don’t conceal the noises coming out of me. My hips thrusting up. It hits me out of nowhere, without warning. My body stills with exhilaration and a new intoxicating high that I think I’m already addicted to.
She works around my twitching, taking everything.
Sutton sits up, licks her lips, and smiles down at me.
Thirty minutes later,Sutton pulls my shirt over her head. It drowns her, but that’s okay, she drowns out a lot of things in my life.
Her hair is tied back in a much neater ponytail now.
I’m tugging on sweatpants, but can’t stop looking or smiling at her. She’s the same way.
I hold the door open for her. Sutton slips under my arm, bending down to taunt me about my height.
