“No man has ever tried to win you? No courting, nothing?”
She shakes her head shyly. “I’ve mentioned before that my dating experience is pretty lackluster. I’ve been fine with that. Then you sort of steamrolled in, and took me completely by surprise.”
Stunned speechless, my eyes dart between hers. How is this possible? Audrey is the sweetest and most genuine woman I’ve ever met. No one has ever been as compassionate with me before. I find it hard to believe that any guy she’s come into contact with has seen this side of her still chose to bolt.
“I think, maybe, I’ve been waiting for you,” Audrey blurts out, and a lump forms in my throat. Maybe she’s right. Maybe that’s why I’ve never felt the inclination to get serious with another woman. I suppose I may have been waiting for her too. But the words don’t seem to come out. Instead, I lean forward to kiss her deeply.
I try to pace myself. Focus on breathing. Try to read every nonverbal signal Audrey sends my way. The sounds she makes, if she touches me, and how she kisses me back. But honestly, I’m shit at reading signs like this, and I send up a mental thank you to the man upstairs when Audrey climbs into my lap. That’s a signal I understand.
“Jamie,” she whispers against my lips. “Take me to bed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I mutter, putting my hands under her ass to lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I vaguely thinkabout how perfect she feels like this as I quickly stride to the stairs.
“Will Flash be alright down here for a bit? My bedroom is upstairs,” I explain.
“She’ll be fine. She’s a heavy sleeper,” Audrey answers, her voice sultry and husky as she applies a light kiss to my neck. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, and I almost drop her as I stalk into my bedroom. Noting Maverick on the large cat tree in the corner, I unceremoniously drop Audrey onto the bed, then grab Maverick, evicting him from my room. Closing the door quickly, I rip off my shirt as I cover Audrey’s body with my own. She sighs happily into my mouth as my tongue circles hers, and wraps all of her limbs around me.
I pepper kisses down her neck, pulling her shirt up to expose her stomach and chest. Tonguing her nipple through her lace bra, I revel in how quickly it pebbles against the fabric. Audrey’s hands latch in my hair, holding my head in place. I move to her other nipple, applying the same technique, listening to Audrey’s quiet moans of pleasure. “Is this okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she replies.
“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something? If you want me to stop?”
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she whimpers, pushing my head down against her breast, making me chuckle against her skin.
“I don’t plan on stopping, baby, unless you tell me to. As soon as you say the word, I stop.” I pull her shirt all the way up, over her head, and she frantically removes it.
“I got it. Consent, good. Words, good. Jamie, good. Get back at it,” she says, motioning for me to continue.
“You cool if I take off your leggings?” The thin fabric that seems painted on, covering her delectable ass that I want to bury my face in.
“Uh-huh. You cool if we nix the constant questions, and you just get to removing my clothes, please?” I see the passion in her eyes, and the slight bite of impatience in her tone makes me smile.
“I like this side of you, Doc. Not shy or reserved. You gonna give me lip the whole time, or do you think I can shut you up with my mouth?” I ask cheerfully as I pull her leggings and panties off simultaneously.
“Well at least if your mouth is occupied, you can’t keep asking me ques — oh Goddddddd,” she moans, as I dive right in, latching onto her clit. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Eyes closed, Audrey looks breathtaking as she moans and thrashes against me. One hand grabs a handful of my hair, while the other pinches her nipple. I had told her I needed eye contact, but right now, unabashedly watching her as I bring her closer to climax, I’m in awe. She’s just so fucking beautiful.
Sliding my middle finger into her pussy, I begin manipulating her to determine what spot feels the best. Finding her G-spot, I apply minimal pressure, feeling her clench in response. When I slide the tip of my tongue under the hood of her clit, her entire body tightens unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I dance around it, dragging my tongue up and down, close but never close enough, until Audrey yanks me by the hair and puts me where she wants me.
“Jamie, please. I need to come,” she whimpers.
I apply a quick flick to her clit, then add a finger to rub against her G-spot. “Did you think I’d get you this turned on and not bring you all the way?”
Her head thrashes against the comforter. “I’m impatient. And it’s been so long since someone has gone down on me. Please. I forgot how good an oral orgasm is.Please, baby.”
Fucking hell. How could I say no to that? I squeeze another finger inside her channel, then clamp down on her clit, suckinghard as my tongue flicks under the hood. Audrey cries in a crescendo as she peaks, her body seizing as she comes. I patiently leave my tongue against her as shudders wrack her body, and as soon as her hand loosens its grip on my hair, I attack again. The second orgasm is much quicker than the first, and I don’t give her even a moment before I build her up for a third. I’m ready to push her into a fourth, but she shoves me away with a foot against my shoulder.
Licking my lips, I revel in her taste as I grin at her. Audrey breathes heavily, hair in complete disarray, and her skin is a perfect shade of pink. “You okay, Doc?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums, a tired smile on her face. “I forgot how much I like that.”
“Oral?”
“No,” she replies. “A man making me come. Well, in all honesty, I’m not sure if I’ve ever come that hard. You have a talented tongue, Mr. Wahlberg.”
Somehow slightly embarrassed, I don’t reply. I know what I’m doing in the bedroom, mostly because a girl in high school made fun of me, and a buddy sat me down to watch porn videos with me so I could learn technique. But hearing Audrey compliment me on it somehow makes me feel dirty. I don’t like it.
