“I didn’t think you were at the bookstore today.”
“Dissertation stuff,” she said.
“You’re going to work on it today?”
“I am. I’m putting the book aside and buckling down, as they say.” She looked down at Harlow’s naked body before she turned them around until Harlow’s back was against the counter. “What are your plans for tonight, though?”
“What are you doing for lunch?” Harlow asked instead. “I have this work meeting near your campus around then. I could swing by, and we could eat together.”
“That sounds nice. I’d like that.”
“And I’m free tonight, too,” Harlow added.
“I’d like that as well,” she said and moved down to her knees.
“Babe, the floor is tile. You’ll kill your knees.”
“There’s a rug. I’ll be fine. I want you.”
Larissa tapped Harlow’s thighs, and Harlow spread her legs for her without further protest. Larissa greedily licked her lips, spread her, leaned in, and licked her.
“You’re wet,” she noted between licks.
“Yes. I woke up this way. And I was going to touch you in bed, but you were out here.”
“I’m going to finish making that up to you now. Then, we’ll have breakfast.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Harlow said on a gasp.
Hearing Harlow’s sounds above her made Larissa wish that they could both stay home and do this all day. It felt like she hadn’t known that she’d been missing this. How hadn’t she known? Now that they were doing this, it seemed so obvious. Her tongue was made to stroke Harlow this way, making her come in her kitchen while toaster waffles grew cold and inedible and hot syrup sat cooling off in a microwave.
“God, babe. That’s…”
Harlow’s hand wasn’t shy. She pressed it to the back of Larissa’s head, moving Larissa in against her even more.
Larissa didn’t mind at all and started sucking, spreading Harlow a little more to push inside her with two fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Harlow let out. “I am so going to be late for work today.”
Larissa chuckled against her.
“Totally worth it,” Harlow added.
She came seconds later, and when she tapped the back of Larissa’s head, Larissa ceased her movements, wiped her mouth, and stood up.
“Can you call in sick?” she asked, hopeful.
“I really wish I could, but I have a meeting at ten that I can’t miss. I’m already cutting it close. I probably won’t get there until nine at this rate.”
“But the meeting is at ten,” Larissa said and wrapped her arms around Harlow’s neck.
“I know. I still have to prep for it.”
“And I have to go to the library to work myself…”
“Yes, you do. I want to be dating a doctor soon,” Harlow said with a wink and kissed her.
“Is that a demand? Do you date only doctors now?”
