“I’m on cleanup duty, remember.”
“Leave it,” she coaxes, pinning me with a seductive smile. “Making out is a far better use of your time.”
“I don’t doubt it, but I never shirk my responsibility.”
She pouts, and I laugh as I make my way into the kitchen and clean the place in noteworthy time.
When I return, Stevie is sitting upright on the couch and sipping her wine.
“Thank you,” she says, when I flop down beside her, setting her wineglass on the coffee table and crawling toward me. “You really didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it. The more Garrick layers I uncover, the more impressed I am.” She climbs onto my lap, straddling my hips.
“It’s only fair.” I glide my palms up her thighs. “We’re both tired after finals, and you’ve been slaving away over a hot stove all day. I wanted you to relax.”
“I am relaxed,” she purrs, looping her arms around my neck as she grinds down on me. “I think it’s time you relaxed too.” An impish grin crests along her mouth as she bends down and puts her face all up in mine. “I have a few ideas in mind.”
“I like where this is going,” I grit out as my fingers breach the hem of her dress and creep up underneath it.
“I’m so horny for you,” she whispers, kissing one corner of my mouth. “All week, I’ve been getting myself off daydreaming about your hands on me.”
“Only my hands?” I quip as she plants another teasing kiss to the other side of my mouth.
There is zero hesitation in her response. “Your tongue and your cock too.” Her thumb traces a path along my bottom lip, and I’m like steel in my pants as she slowly rotates her hips and pivots against me.
My fingers move up toward the Holy Land, the tips grazing the edge of her lace panties, and she sucks in a needy gasp. “I’ve been fantasizing about you too,” I admit, holding her gaze as I trail my fingers back and forth against her lace-covered crotch. A shiver works its way through her as she holds her hips up a little, granting me better access. “Kiss me,” I demand, and she groans into my mouth as I push her panties aside and run my finger up and down her slit.
Her lips plunder mine as I continue teasing her with one finger, slowly dragging it back and forth against her wet folds, until I can’t hold back any longer. Driving my finger inside her, I almost come in my boxers when I feel her warm walls gripping my digit and holding it tight.
Our kissing intensifies, and she’s whimpering against my lips as I add another finger and pump them in and out of her pussy. She feels like heaven on my fingers, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to feel her arousal on my tongue. Breaking our kiss, I nip at her jawline and her earlobe before whispering, “I need to taste you. Can I?”
“God, yes. Please,” she rasps, grinding on top of me before smashing her lips to mine and devouring me with the same potent desire I feel churning in my veins.
My dick is begging for release, dying to plunge inside her and make her fully mine, but I want to get on my knees for her first. This is about Stevie’s needs, not mine, so I reposition her on the couch and slide to the floor, parting her thighs and licking my lips. Keeping my eyes on her, I reach under her dress, hook my thumbs in the side of her panties, and carefully drag them down her legs. I remove her heels, one at a time, and discard her panties.
Her chest heaves, and her breath huffs out in exaggerated spurts as I glide my palms slowly up her legs. Starting with her perfectly formed feet, moving over her shapely legs, along the curve of her knee, and up along her satiny-smooth thighs.
“You’re killing me here,” she pants over a moan as I lean in and press a kiss to the side of one thigh.
“Good things come to those who wait,” I tease, fighting a chuckle when she flips me the bird. “That’s what I constantly told myself these past few weeks as I waited for us to be on the same page.”
Something close to adoration paints her face as she stares at me. “You’re about to get your reward.”
“I would have waited forever for you, Stevie. I hope you know that,” I truthfully admit as I push her dress up to her waist and expose her most intimate parts to me.
“I know.” Her voice is a throaty whisper that cranks my desire to a new level.
Her thighs tremble as I push them farther apart so I can see all of her. “Show me your pussy,” I instruct. “Give me my reward. I want to see every bit of you.”
She gulps audibly as she lowers her hands to her cunt and pulls her folds back with shaking fingers, showcasing her glistening clit and the tempting wetness of her soft pink flesh.
“You’re perfect, Stevie,” I say, leaning in for a closer inspection. Her arousal tickles my nostrils, and my dick is throbbing in anticipation. “Such a pretty pink pussy. So beautiful and all mine.” I lave my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices and licking her fingers where they open her up to me. She tastes divine, like the sweetest nectar, and I sense a new addiction forming. “Touch your tits,” I say before diving in with my tongue and my fingers, working her soaking cunt as she gropes her tits through her dress. I shove my tongue inside her warm tight channel while I rub her swollen bundle of nerves with two fingers. Then I alternate, pushing three fingers inside her as I suck on her clit, moaning against her quivering flesh as she rocks her hips, writhing above me, with her eyes closed and one hand on her boob.
“Look at me, baby,” I command a few minutes later when I feel she’s close. “I want you to watch me eating you out as you come all over my face.”
“Fuck, Garrick,” she mumbles, arching her back and grinding her cunt on my face as she loses herself to lust.
“Eyes on me, Stevie,” I demand, curling my fingers inside her and hitting the perfect spot.
“Oh, god, Garrick. That feels so good. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
