My lips quirk. “Okay?”
Hattie nods once. “I trust you.”
Those three words mean more to me than I ever thought possible.
My girl parts her thighs for me just enough that I have the perfect view of her wet panties. “You’re already soaked,” I say, grabbing her underwear by the waistband and pulling them down. She steps out of them without a word, though I do noticeher cheeks darkening even more. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“You want to…eat me out?” she asks hesitantly. “You don’t have?—”
“Oh, I really fucking do,” I tell her, running my tongue over the seam of her hairless pussy. She makes a sound in the back of her throat, hips bucking. “Tell me…did you prepare for me?”
Hattie releases a shaky breath and allows herself to relax enough that when her legs fully open, I get a peak at her clit. My mouth waters at the glistening sight.
“I waxed to see what it might be like,” she admits quietly. “Hurt like a bitch.”
I chuckle, using my fingers to part her for my tongue. “Let it grow out. I want to see what you’re like normally.”
She shudders again, but I don’t give her a chance to respond as I dive into her wet heat. She tastes like sin, exploding on my mouth in a way that makes me hard. My cock strains, weeping for her. But my attention is only on making her come.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, hand moving to my head, fingers twisting in my hair. I wish I could see her expression, but my tongue eagerly flicks her clit, my own fingers, circling her soaked entrance. “It feels—it feels too good, Cas.”
I pull my mouth away for only a moment to say, “Ride my face, shortcake. I want you to strangle my fingers and shout my name when you come.”
My fingers slide inside her with little resistance, though she’s so tight I know it won’t take much for her to do what I want. All I can imagine is what it might be like to be sliding my dick inside her, feeling the pulsing flutter of her pussy around my shaft rather than my fingers.
Fuck, I might just finish in my pants if I keep thinking about that.
Hattie moans when my fingers curl inside her, the sound rushing right through me. My tongue circles her clit before flattening, tasting all of her at once. Her hips move in short little bucks against my face, the fingers in my hair twisting around the strands until she has a tight hold of me.
“I’m so close,” she pants, pushing her pussy into my mouth. “I need to come.”
I close my mouth around her clit and suck as my fingers stroke her. I keep the movements even, steady, even as her hips move sharply, seeking more friction.
It doesn’t take long for her to explode on my mouth just like I wanted. Hattie cries out what sounds like my name, but I can’t concentrate on anything other than the feel of her tightening around my fingers.
I coax her through her climax, slowing my strokes until she’s panting and her hand falls from my head.
“You did so good,” I tell her as I pull out of her. “And you did exactly what I wanted.”
Her cheeks are flushed in a different way, eyes dark with desire. “Your chin is…wet.”
“Is it?” I grin, showing her my soaked fingers. Her eyes dart to the digits and widen. “How about we make my cock wet, too? You think you can do that again with me really inside you?”
Once again, she chews her bottom lip. I feel myself go rock hard when her eyes drop to my jeans, which bulge with my erection. If she says no, I’d probably need to fix myself before taking her back to the inn, because I’m not sure what I’d do with her eyes on me, or with her release still fresh on my tongue.
“I’m a virgin,” she says, eyes meeting mine again. “I haven’t…I never really got to do anything likethat,and it sounds so lame because we’re nearly thirty?—”
“Hey, stop.” I move in and cup her cheeks. “It’s okay. We do this at your pace. But fuck, I want to be the one to show you pleasure. I want to be the only one who does.”
She shudders, eyes flickering shut. “You have no idea how badly I want that, too,” she says, opening her eyes. “I want it to be you, Casper. Only you.”
My chest warms with a feeling I know shouldn’t be there, but it swells within me anyway.
“Those are words that mean something to me,” I warn her, sliding a hand between us to unzip my jeans. I pull my cock free, stroking the hardness with her release still on my fingers, wetting the length. “Those are words that mean everything to me.”
She sucks in a breath and releases it slowly. “They mean something to me, too.”
Fuck. The feeling grows. I’ve known for a long time that I’d one day make Hattie Simms mine, and now, I get to make that dream come true.
