We get as far as the kitchen counter before he sets me down. His hands are shaking as he unbuttons the jersey. “Need to see you. But I want to leave this on you. Want to love you while you’rewearing my number. Jesus, you’re beautiful. I missed you so much.”
“I had fun talking on the phone.” It made me brave. It made me wear nothing under the jersey, a fact he immediately discovers, and he drops to his knees.
“So did I…” He kisses the inside of my thigh. “But it’s even better in person. Now I can show you. What did I tell you I want?”
Me. On his tongue, on his fingers.
I clutch at his open jersey.
He pushes my thighs wider, revealing my slick core, the wet need he stokes in me.
And he waits. “What did I tell you, Molly?”
Heat blazes through me. “You want to make me come with your mouth.”
“That’s right.” He kisses up to the very top of my thigh, his stubble deliciously rough against my soft skin. “Do you want that too?”
I’m shaking. “Yes. Please.”
“Please?” He looks up at me, his hair glinting silver in the dim light. “That’sverynice, Molly.”
“I’ve been turned on since I got the notice that the plane took off,” I confess.
“Did you touch yourself?” He notches my legs wider still, until my hips ache and clit feels very exposed. He ghosts his fingers along the outside of my pussy, barely touching me.
It still makes a trickle of arousal slide out of me.
And I’m spread so wide for him there’s no hiding it.
“Molly?”
My head is spinning. He hasn’t even touched me, not really, and I’m climbing toward something. “Mmm?”
“Did you touch this pretty pussy and think of me coming back to you?”
“No, I waited.” I shift my hips, rocking right to the edge of the counter. He lets me move close to him, but he keeps my legs as wide as before.
And then, just when I think he’s going to finally lick me, he lifts one of my feet and plants it on the counter beside my hip.
I whimper out loud.
“I’m going to kiss your needy little pussy,” he promises. “But I want to hear you say please a few more times.”
“Please, please, please, please, please?—”
He latches on to me, not gentle like last time, not easing into it. He dives into my pussy like a starving man, like a man who has edged us both for eight days. His tongue slides across every aching inch of my core, then pushes inside, making me moan before he licks up to my clit.
“Yes, there, oh my god…”
“You taste so good.” He lashes across my clit, making my thighs shake. He pushes the other leg up so both feet are on the counter, so I’m folded up like an origami sex doll. And then he settles in anddevoursme.
All I can do is hold on tight.
Stars threaten at the edges of my vision as he swirls and sucks and pulls, drawing my arousal tighter and tighter.
“You taste…” He groans against my slick core. “Fuck, Molly, you taste like you’re mine. Tell me that you’re mine.”
I cry out, his words setting fire to the tightly bound desire. My clit pulses against his tongue, his mouth meeting the desperate rhythm I need, and suddenly, I’m gone, the orgasm fracturing me into a thousand glittering pieces.
