"I want to make sure you're nice and warm."
I love this fuzzy feeling that erupts into a smile. He’s usually so harsh with his cut-throat words and evident impatience but now he's just thoughtful. I get it now. Why Carly is so fond of him. I didn't think they were alike in any way but I was wrong.
"Now, show me how you touch yourself," he rasps with a devious smile.
I pull up my dress just enough so I can lower my tights but then he's on me, removing them carefully while kissing my thighs, my knees, my ankles. Each kiss sends small sears of pleasure through my body.
"I bet you taste amazing," he says.
I move my fingers to the fabric right above my clit, rubbing it gently, knowing I'm already too damp, that it'll end too quickly.
I study his beard, the way his mouth twitches every time a moan comes out.
Suddenly, he pulls me towards him. "I can't watch any longer. I need to touch you, taste you, I want to make you come with my tongue. Is that okay?"
I nod.
“I don't know if I’ll be good. I've never…”
“Are you saying no one has ever offered to kiss this pussy? That I'm the first?”
Not taking his eyes off him, I slowly lower my head.
I don't offer that it's my first everything outside of very sloppy kisses that hardly made me want to try more. When you're trying to make a living and failing spectacularly for years, it really dampens any desire to go out on dates. It's only in the last couple of years that I've been more stable financially and outside of one very bad blind date, I mostly stay out of the dating scene. I've been happy with the decision. Then I met professor Blake. Blake.
“No one? Fuck Poppy. I'm going to lick this pussy and make sure you come over my tongue.”
Blake almost rips off my underwear, a desperation to his movements. And then, his mouth is on my lower belly until he reaches the center of my pleasure.
None of my fantasies can measure up to this. His skillful tongue creates waves of sensations through my body until a scorching warmth starts building up, until the same warmth becomes so intense it turns into the most powerful orgasm I've ever had.
Blake is the only word I can say at the moment, so I repeat it again and again as he helps me ride this pleasure a little longer with deliberately slow licks.
"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met." He's kissing my neck now, making me tremble all over just with his touch. "I almost came just by watching you, Poppy. You saying my name, like that.”
"Do you want me--"
"No. I don't want you to do anything. I want you to get some rest."
He props himself up on one elbow and reaches for a towel, dragging it gently through my middle, removing the evidence of my arousal. Once he's done, he sets it on the other side and covers me with enough towels to bury me in cotton.
"Are you cold? Do you want your tights?"
"With this amount of towels, I think I'm fine." I giggle, he smiles back. "Sleeping with tights is not that comfortable, as long as you're nearby I don’t think I'm going to be cold."
"Good." He kisses the top of my forehead. "Don't worry. I won't let go for a single second. Now, get some rest. We'll figure out how to get out of here tomorrow."
With his big, warm arms around me, comfort washes over me, and sleep pulls me under fast, a smile lingering on my lips.
***
"Why do you have so many quarters on you?" Blake asks me with intrigue in his tone.
"The other weekend, I participated in a small market selling my cards and pretty much everyone paid me in quarters. Who knew it'd be this useful?"
I've been lugging it around in my bag, hoping the people at the laundromat would trade it for bills but I never did.
We each pick our favorite collection of snacks from the vending machine. It's colder today than it was yesterday but I'm only realizing it now that we've left our makeshift bed to get some food. Luckily, we're quick to get back and snuggle against each other before digging in.
