She’s stunned into silence but her eyes tell me the story of her hunger. They darkened and her eyelashes flutter closed. “We don’t have to—” I shut her up with my mouth.
Our kiss starts sweet but devolves into a hungry clash of tongues. I frame her face with my hands, tilting her chin how I want to get deeper, suck her tongue and devour her lips. Lucie grabs my tee-shirt with both hands, restraint and desire fighting against each other. I know she doesn’t want to overwhelm me but the proof of her thirst for me makes me feel safe. Safe enough to lift her up and set her pretty ass on the counter so I can step in between her spread thighs and grind against her.
My greedy girl interlaces her legs behind my back, seeking friction where she needs it most. I drop my head to the column of her neck and groan against her skin, biting and licking the sting.
“Can I kiss your neck?” She pants.
“Yes!”
The word is barely out of my mouth when she latches on my throat and sucks, then licks, biting playfully like she needs more.
“Plant your hands on the counter behind you.”
She lets go of my flesh. When our eyes meet, we’re both breathing hard, pupils blown with lust. I’ve missed this. I’m in control. All I see is my beautiful girl, hair mussed where I gripped it, cheeks pink with arousal, chasing her own breath. She bites her lower lip, and obeys, placing her hands behind her.
“Keep them there,” I tell her as I scoop her hips and draw them closer to the edge.
With hungry fingers, I unbutton her jeans and take them down her legs, along with the underwear caught in my grasp. Dropping to my knees, I take my time to kiss her ankles, the back of her knees, earning me a sharp gasp. She looks down at me with hooded eyes.
“I want you so much,” she breathes softly, like the admission could trigger me. But I need her voice to anchor me. Her praise to soothe me.
“Keep telling me how good I make you feel, Lu. I need to know how much you love it when I eat this pussy.”
She nods enthusiastically and I beam at her, pride and desire mixing to a heady cocktail that has me hard and delirious.
I let my hands wander to her thick thighs, caressing the raised skin, then worshipping her with my tongue. Lucie moans and wiggles, impatient and needy. I click my tongue in disapproval and she whimpers, then holds herself still. Her face strains like it takes effort. “You’re toying with me.”
“Yes,Ružica moja.I want you desperate and soaking my tongue.”
I drop my head down to the apex of her thighs, kissing her mound. Then I take a quick lick, fleeting my tongue fast. Beforeshe registers it, I’m gone again, kissing her inner thighs, drawing designs and leaving wetness with my tongue on her heated flesh.
I savour the moment, checking in with myself for what I feel. Aroused, thirsty for Lucie. Secure. Relief floods my system and I lick her pussy again, slowly this time. Her taste floods my mouth and I moan. “You make me so wet,piccolo. You feel so good, caressing me everywhere. I think I’m going to come in seconds.”
I smile against her clit as I suck it into my mouth and let the flat of my tongue pulse on the bundle of nerves until Lucie writhes against my mouth. “I want you to come as much as you can until the alarm for the food rings, Lu. Give me all your cum, all you orgasms.”
“They belong to you, anyway,amore mio.Please don’t stop.”
Holding her to my mouth, I lick and kiss and dive. My tongue glides against her clit before I dip it inside her, revelling in how wet she got, and how messy I’m making her. My moustache is saturated with her, and I want more. I hold one of her feet and place it on the counter, then the other, spreading her wide for my pleasure. The view is lewd and perfect, swollen, pink glistening flesh ready for the taking greets me.
I fall on her pussy again and don’t let up until Lucie’s legs tremble and her orgasm crashes over us in waves of loud moans and breathy pants. Lucie falls on her elbows but I don’t stop. I continue my assault, gorging myself on the taste of her. Sunshine and devotion all wrapped in one.
She gives me two more orgasms before her phone rings. The alarm she sets for the food. I forgot about it, drowning in Lucie’s pussy and raspy whimpers. I climb back up to my feet and press her chest to mine, a hand on her back. She claims my lips, tasting herself on me and moaning again into my mouth.
Then I help her back into her jeans and we set up the table, ignoring how massive this step was for me. Thank you, Gisele, for suggesting a sex task list.
I’m relaxed, light for the first time in months, smiling goofily at the goddess in front of me while eating the best garlic and oil pasta I’ve ever had. Life is good. And a few days later, when I feel comfortable enough to let Lucie return the favour, hope sings in my body. And it feels like her.
LUCIE - FOUR YEARS LATER
My hands are moist when I climb onto the platform, and my legs are weak, barely carrying me to where the University Chairman holds my degree.
In a daze, I shake his hand, accept the piece of paper and move on, another student taking my place. I go through the motions, stomach fluttering with excitement and a deep sense of accomplishment.
I did it.
I graduated in psychology. And I already have a job waiting for me in London, at Gisele Harold’s practice. After two successful internships over the past two summers, we’ve grown close. I look up to her and what she built, and I believe the Ventura-Dobrev coalition could use a psychologist. The Sopranos was far from the truth of what it looks like to help mafiosos with their psyche, but the idea still has me smiling.
A massive frame comes running towards me, then I’m lifted off my feet and twirled in the air. I giggle and hold onto Toma’s shoulders. When he stops turning, he holds me to his chest, my feet still not touching the floor. “I’m so proud of you,ružica moja.”
