Over and over.
Until she screams, and I feel my own body jerk at the feeling of her coming apart all over my tongue.
She writhes against my face, and I happily lick every inch, every drop that she has before laying my lips on her inner thighs. She has no words, just sighs and deep breaths when I glance up at her. She’s sated and looks so fucking sexy.
I want one final taste as I work my tongue over her one last time before moving her underwear back in place.
“You tasted like you enjoyed that too.” I stand, dragging my thumb over the corner of my mouth, and she stares at my face before working her eyes down my body, noticing my own mess. “Look what you did to me.”
“I—” She stares, pausing as I adjust the waistband of my joggers.
I swear to god I could do this again. Right now if she wanted to.
“Seeing you like that, tasting you…” I blow out a breath, shaking my head. “I’m not shocked at all.”
She sits up straighter on the counter, jeans still on the floor near my feet and I reach down to grab them for her. Bunching up one of the pant legs, I take her foot and gently bring it through, repeating the same motion for the other.
“That was…wow.” Her chest is still moving up and down rapidly when I help her down. “I really don’t know what to say. Which is kind of annoying.” She laughs and I kiss the top of her head.
“I’ve rendered you—the reporter—speechless.”
“I guess so.” Her words are soft and teasing.
“Being with you like that…it was”—my hands cup her cheeks—“I loved every goddamn second.”
Her brows crease as she looks up at me. “Really?”
The surprise on her face shocks me. “How could I not?”
Demi blinks slowly, nestling the side of her face into my hand against her cheek. And all I can do is hope like hell we can do this again.
“I guess you’ll have to change again.” Her hand motions toward my pants, but her finger grazes the fabric and she pulls her hand away. “Sorry,” she adds quickly.
Looking down, I grin. “Please don’t be sorry about that.”
Her tongue coats her lips as she steps back and rolls her eyes with a smirk and she heads to the living room. Everything in me thought for sure that she would book it to the front door after what just happened. But she settles on the couch, pulling the blanket onto her lap and reaches for a puzzle piece.
I decide to change into a pair of shorts and then meet her in the living room where she already has a handful of new pieces put together. Puzzles don’t usually take me this long, but I’m realizing how little I’m actually trying to complete the puzzle knowing it’s something we’ve been having fun doing together.
“Baggage for baggage,” I say as I take a seat on the floor right near where she’s seated on the couch.
“Go ahead.”
“My dad’s been reaching out for weeks, and I haven’t answered or returned any calls or texts. I just know whatever he has to say is going to piss me off.”
She sets the piece in her hand into place and then leans down, elbows to knees to face me easier.
“Have you always had a rocky relationship?”
I can talk to her about this. I know I can. She trusted me enough to open up about Brianna and things with Brandon. She’s a safe space.
“Yeah, actually. Certain years were better than others, but once I really got into football and playing professionally was a real possibility, it got so much worse.”
I feel Demi’s hand on my shoulder and she squeezes lightly. My hand finds hers and I hold it in place there.
“Everything I’ve ever covered about you or read somewhere, you started playing football young. Like eight or nine, right?”
“Around seven I started.”
