I smile around her, then flick my tongue, earning me another shaky exhale.
Sensing she’s close, I slide a single finger inside her.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I add another, hooking them toward me, and her pants grow louder and louder as I work her over with my tongue and my fingers.
“Noah,” she says, uttering my name on a moan.
“That’s right, Odette. Tell me who’s in charge of this pussy.”
“Noah, Noah, Noah.”
She accentuates each word with a thrust upward, practically riding my face and tongue at this point, and I’m not mad about it. It’s what I wanted, for her to make a mess all over me.
When I pull her swollen clit into my mouth this time, she’s a goner, careening over that edge she’s been so carefully teetering on.
I continue to lap at her as she comes down from her high, then kiss my way back up to her lips.
If she cares that I taste like her, she doesn’t show it. In fact, she kisses me back hurriedly, like she’s already aching for me again.
I’m aching for her too.
“Please, Noah,” she begs in my ear as I bury my face into her neck. “Please fuck me.”
I couldn’t tell her no if I tried.
I slip out of bed and go to the bathroom for the condoms I bought almost a year ago when I thought I might give dating a shot again. That thought had quickly disappeared once I joined a few apps and immediately felt overwhelmed. The box has remained unopened since.
When I return, I take a moment to appreciate how she looks sprawled out on my bed. Her coal hair is a mess from writhing onthe pillows, and her chest is red and splotchy, leftover evidence of her orgasm. Lips swollen from my kisses. Eyes glassy from lust.
She’s a wet dream come to life, and I never want to wake up.
She smiles up at me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s feeling a bit bashful under my stare. “What?”
“You’re gorgeous, Odette. Absolutely fucking radiant.”
Then I push my sweatpants down, taking my boxer briefs along with them.
I’m standing before her bare, and while I shouldn’t be affected by this, having been in countless locker rooms in my day, I am.
Because nobody has ever looked at me like she is—like she can’t get enough.
She swallows, her eyes on my cock that’s sticking straight out. “I could say the same thing about you.”
Fuck if that doesn’t make my chest swell with some macho-pride bullshit.
“I want to taste you,” she says, but I shake my head.
“No. If you do, I’m going to come right down your throat, and while that sounds like pure heaven, it’s your cunt I want tonight.”
She swallows, then nods, lying back down as I climb onto the bed, tossing the condom beside us as I fall between her legs.
I take my time revving her back up, kissing her until she’s breathless before moving lower. I tug the strap of her bra down, tracing a line right to the cup and pulling her tit free.
Pink.
The same pink as her pretty little pussy.
