I’m stuck, looking at her for a good half a minute, taking in the shape of her.She’s boyish for a woman, but still a heck of a lot more curvy than I’m used to.Her legs are endless.I picture them wrapped around my neck as I bury my face in her cunt.
Kira’s hand leaves my shoulder.She turns the door lock, while I reach up and refasten the chain.
I don’t know if here or the bedroom is the right answer.
“Getting cold feet?”Her eyes narrow as she speaks.
“Not at all.”
“I don’t want to be your dirty secret, Dylan.”
Too bad.She already is.
I spear two fingers downwards along the landing strip of hair to her cleft, then bend the middle finger so that it dips right into the wet heat between her lips.That’s when I know for definite she’s as turned on as I am.She’s drenched, and that makes the whole of my hand slippery.I find her clit.I’m unpractised, but I’m not a dunce, and it isn’t difficult to locate.It’s right there between her swollen lips where you’d expect it to be.A hard little nub, that when touched causes her already ragged breaths to hitch.
“Like that, eh?”
She squirms like crazy as I circle around it with the pad of my thumb.Her fingers curl against my flank, squeezing tight then relaxing, only to dig into me again.
I never thought I’d be so excited about getting to rub a snatch, but she’s goddamned wet, and it’s slippery and smooth and I think I could actually get used to this.It takes a boatload of lube to get a guy this wet enough to fuck.My dick’s all ready to try out how it feels, but I’m not rushing this.It only gets to be new once.Nor am I dumb enough to dive in naked.Nope, the best place to be if I’m going to stay out of trouble is on my knees.
“Dylan…” she croaks, her voice all broken and husky.
“Yeah.”
She stares at me knelt before her, her expression, a curious mixture of languor and desperation, red lips parted.“Should we—”
—move through to the bedroom?Lady, you’ve no idea how desperate I am to throw you over my shoulder and carry you there.
“Should we get more comfortable?”
“Things look pretty good right here.”I run my hand up her inner thigh, urging her to widen her stance.
“You’re going to eat me?”She sounds astonished.It shows on her face too.Her pupils grow wide, gobbling up the blue of her irises.
“Unless you tell me no.”
Maybe I should have given her more than a millisecond to respond, but she’s soft, and curiosity or some shit like that is getting the better of me.I hook one of her legs right over my shoulder, opening her up to my gaze.
I swallow a desperate breath, salivating for what’s right before me.It’s a puzzle.None of this makes any sense.Guys get me horny.I’ve always known that.My cunt of a mother couldn’t beat the queer out of me, and her boyfriend couldn’t fuck it out of me either.If that’s not proof of what gets me rocking then I don’t know what the heck is.
I never needed to check out women just to make sure.
My orientation was set in stone.
Until now…
Until Kira Carter-Wells battered down the door.
So, pussy diving just this once, is no big deal, right?We can call it an experiment.A fail safe check, just to remind me what it is that really rocks my boat.
Only, the scent of her gets more intoxicating the closer I get.It’s neither sweet, floral nor musky, just the essence of her in its purest form, and God help me, but I can’t get e-fucking-nough of it.The taste of her is even better.The sounds she makes in response—a song that strikes right at my heart.
“This is insane,” I whisper.
“If you stop I’m going to murder you.”She stares at all the sheen covering my lips and chin.
I believe that more than I believe there’s a guy or girl out there eager to slash me to ribbons.
