Giggles sneak out between whimpers, and I come a little from the sound. Could she be any more perfect?
Junior year of high school, I studied for three weeks straight to beat her in our county’s regional spelling bee. She lost while trying to spell pulchritudinous.
I apply more pressure to her as her movements become uncoordinated. Quick and short till my name is rung out of her like a plea.
If I weren’t already bewitched by her, I utterly am now.
“You good?” I ask, touching our foreheads together, stroking the side of her cheek.
“Better than good.” Sutton tilts her chin up, steady kisses but more frenzied hands.
Her hand reaches for me, and if I never make it to Team USA I should at least earn a gold medal for this because I stop her. Circling her wrist, I drag and pin it behind her back, taking the other one with me.
It’s been me, my hand, and fantasies of Sutton for almost two years. Call it wishful thinking or manifestation or stupidity. I’d combust if she touched me, I’m barely hanging on as it is now.
“I want to make you feel good too.”
“Trust me.” An eyebrow flicks up, and I stifle a cocky response. “You have.” Her cheeks and ears tip pink. “Later,” I tell her, peppering her neck with kisses. Later as in tomorrow and every day after.
“You promise?”
“Yeah, baby, I promise, but I’m not done withyouyet.”
In one fluid motion, our positions are flipped. Her back flush with the wall.
I sink to my knees in front of her, keeping eye contact the entire time. “Is this okay?” Sutton nods. “Thank fuck, because I’m starving.”
“Still?” Sutton blushes.
“I’m never not starving for you.” She blushes harder.
I push up her top, exposing the waistband of my sweatpants rolled three times, and the drawstring is pulled tight around her waist. I have to use my teeth to get the knot undone.
“Geez, Dave. Didn’t want anyone in your pants, did ya?”
“You know, when I was putting them on, it did cross my mind that my best friend of almost fifteen years was going to take them off of me.”
I smirk up at her. “Best friend?”
Sutton doesn’t have any makeup on, her lashes naked from the dark mascara she typically wears. Her eyelashes are thick and long, and a light shade of red. She’s peering down at me with such desire in her eyes. It grows by the minute.
Sutton shrugs a shoulder and rolls her eyes at me. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“It’s going somewhere else.” I wink as her pants fall to the floor, flooding her ankles in gray.
I suck in a hot breath. Grinding my jaw.
Her baby pink underwear is a soft material with a dainty lace trim. In the center, like she’s something to unwrap, is a small white bow.
I kiss the center of the fabric.
Snaking my pointer fingers into the band, I pull them down her legs. Sutton shifts to help me get them over the curve of her ass and muscular thighs.
I kiss a triangle of freckles on the inside of a thigh just above her knee. “I’ve always loved these.”
“That triangle?” she questions between a weighted laugh.
I’ve never laughed this much while with someone, but it doesn’t surprise me. In the thick of it, the room pulsing with tension, everything about this is right.
