"Grant…"
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have…" I sigh, taking one hand off the wheel to run my hands through my hair. "It was unprofessional."
"That's not what I was going to say."
I pull into the driveway, but neither of us moves to get out. The house is dark. Hazel's at Sarah's for the night. The silence stretches between us, heavy with all the things we've been careful not to say.
"What were you going to say?"
"I was going to say…" She takes a deep breath. "When Blaze started flirting with me, all I could think about was how wrong it felt. How I wanted to be anywhere else but there."
"Sophia…" I stop, not sure what I want to say. Before I can respond, she's opening the door to escape the awkward moment. My hands race to unbuckle my seatbelt, and I jump out of the car and rush to meet her. I shut the door behind her, leaving my hand there while raising my other arm to cage her in.
"It felt wrong seeing you near him. I want your attention, your laughs…to touch you."
I bring a hand down to tuck her hair behind her ear, and she brings her arms up and wraps them behind my neck. It's the permission I need to smash my lips against hers. I devour her lips like I'm starving, and when I hear a moan escape from her, I snap.
I bring my hands down to her legs and lift her so they're wrapped around my waist and carry her through the gate and toward the bungalow. She's got her hands in my hair and is kissing down my jawline to my neck, and I'm so hard my pants are strangling my cock.
I reach for the sliding door and wedge it open just enough for us to slide through and stumble over to the bed. She's laidout before me, and as much as I want to take her right now, I slow it down.
"Grant," she whispers, her eyes hungry, her face flushed.
"Lie back."
She does exactly as I ask her to, and I reach for her. I glide my hands over her thighs, pushing up her skirt to reveal a pink lace thong. It barely covers her bare pussy.
"Christ, Sophia. You are so fucking gorgeous."
She twists with need at my praise, lifting her hips toward me.
I move my hands to her shirt and push it up past her bra.
"Can I take this off?"
"Yes." She nods and raises her hands in the air.
I pull off her shirt and pull down her bra so her tits pop out over the top. My mouth finds her breasts, and my tongue dances over and swirls around her tight nipples. I bring my hand up to her other breast, unable to keep my hands off her.
I bring my face back up to hers and press into her lips again, and when I pull back to look at her, she's panting.
"Your body, these lips. I'd love nothing more than to fuck that sweet mouth and take that sweet cunt."
She responds by pulling at my shirt, struggling with the buttons.
"Can I take this off?" she asks.
I push back and pull the shirt off over my head. When her hands touch my skin, it feels like a bolt of electricity crackles through my chest. They are soft and delicate as they roam across my chest and abs. Before she can go any lower, I drop to my knees and pull her to the edge of the bed.
"Can I take your panties off? I want to see that perfect pussy."
"Yes."
My eyes follow her hands as she pushes her panties down her legs, and they fall to the floor. My mouth is almost drooling with need. I want to taste her, explore every inch of her body, and watch her scream with pleasure. She's glistening, slick with need.
"Lay that beautiful body back, pull your knees up, and open them wide, Sophia. I'm going to lick this pussy until you are begging me to let you come. I want to feel your orgasm on my tongue and my head smashed between your knees."
I breathe in her sweet scent and then slide my tongue up her center, swirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.
