“My turn?” I can’t see her blush in the muted room, but I know her smiles—every one of them. And the one she gives me just now is her shy smile and usually accompanies a faint, pretty flush. Hooking my hands under her hips, I lift her. Her legs curl around me as I take the remaining steps to the bed and lay her down, settling myself between her thighs.
Her breath hitches in anticipation.
I keep her waiting because I like watching her ache for me. She doesn’t hide her thirst. I see all of her when we’re like this and I fucking love it. Crave it like a drug. Her nipples strain against the thin fabric. I graze one with my fingertip.
Her back arches, begging for more, her hips pressing up into me. Her fingers curl around my biceps, pulling on them to give her what she wants.
“I know, sweet girl, you want my hands on you, don’t you?”
She nods, panting now. Her hands fall off my arms to slap silently on the bed, pulling a low chuckle from my throat.
I dip my head and nip the jutting bud through the thin fabric. She shoves the fabric up impatiently, exposing her breasts. I suck one gently into my mouth, then the other while she digs her nails into the faded hair at my nape, holding my face to her chest.
“Ugh, yes, Julie. More.”
Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper, “I got you, Ever,” then capture her lips and tangle my tongue with hers. Pulsing in and out of her mouth like I want to do with my fingers, with my dick. I’m shaking with my desire to sink into her, but I make us both wait. I want her begging for me, and I’m willing to suffer to get it. Coming up for air, I pull back from her lips and demand, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Julie, now.”
“I know. Not yet. I want you dripping for me first.”
“I am. Please, Julie.” She grinds her hips into mine, lifting them off the bed.
“Please, what, Ever? What do you want?”
“I wanna come. Make me come.”
Before she can finish the sentence, I drive my fingers into her heat. Those little shorts giving me easy access. And sheisalready dripping for me. “Fuck, you’re so wet. So good.”
Her walls are already clenching around my fingers.
It won’t take much to make her come, but I want to taste her first. I pull my fingers out, causing a whimper from my needy girl. When I begin moving down her body, she wraps her hands around my head and pushes me, knowing what she’s about to get. Then she remembers the barrier of the shorts and shoves the waistband over her hips and down her legs. I slide them the rest of the way off and sink my face into the vee of her thighs, which part invitingly.
Swiping my tongue up along her opening, I flick over the swollen bud before pursing my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. The long moan from deep in her throat makes my dick twitch, my hips pressing into the mattress for the friction. I want to bottom out inside her but settle for sinking my fingers all the way in and circling them as I swirl my tongue over her clit.
She’s pulling the longer hair on top of my head, her nails raking my scalp. First she’s pulling me to her, then trying to yank me away, her thighs pressing in on my ears, quivering. She can’t take it, but I make her take it.
“Uh-uh, I can’t. Fuck, Julie.” Her head swivels from side to side, her eyes squinted shut.
With a sucking kiss on her bundle of nerves, I lift my head and still my fingers.
Slowly her leg muscles relax, her thighs go lax and her hips settle back into the mattress. Her eyelids flutter open, her storm-cloud orbs lock on mine.
My lazy smile contradicts the fire inside me. “Want me to stop?”
“Uh-uh,” she repeats. “You know I don’t.”
Her fingers clench the comforter as I move my fingers in and out, crooking one in just the right way, pressing my thumb down, making tiny circles around her hard bud.
Her back arches, her head tilts back, chin aimed at the ceiling. “Ungh, like that.”
“Yeah? You like that, Ever? You gonna come for me?” I press my lips to the tender skin of her inner thigh.
“Mmm-hmm. Don’t stop. Yesssss.” Her walls contract around my fingers.
I could slow my movements to ease the intensity, but I don’t. Her panting turns to sobs, but still I don’t stop. When the pulsing of her orgasm slows, so do I. Climbing up her body, I kiss her lips first, then her damp cheeks, then my favorite spot behind her ear until I slowly withdraw my fingers from her tight, slippery walls, stirring a whimpering moan from her.
“Uh-uh.”
