“Oh,” she moans as I move in even closer, burying myself in her. I lick and suck her lips, pulling them into my mouth, feeling as she grows wetter and wetter with every stroke of my tongue. Her breathing is more erratic now, and she’s thrusting her hipstoward my face. I slide my hands around to her ass, holding her in place, and my mouth works on her, drawing out every ounce of anxiety in her body. She moves to look down at me, but I stop her again.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “Close your eyes. Just feel me. Nothing but me.”
She bites her lip and leans back against the wall, closing her eyes again. She moans louder this time, and I am hard as a fucking brick. I speed up, then slow down, moving my mouth over her until I find the right spot and the right rhythm that has her grip on me tightening and her pussy begging for me to keep going.
When I find it, I stop for a moment. I stand up, swinging my arm under her legs and carrying her over to her couch. I lay her down gently, tugging her pants all the way off of her then pushing her legs up and out to the sides. Her pussy is pink and glistening, like it’s begging for me. And I fucking melt.
I drop down to my knees again at the end of the couch, taking one leg in each hand. Then I look at her.
“Now,” I say. “Eyes on me. I want you to watch me make you come.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers just as my mouth takes her again. I find that same spot, that same rhythm, and she starts panting. I let one of her legs fall over my shoulder, and I slide two fingers inside of her, letting them aid me in my quest to make her explode. Her whole body is pulsing now, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she smacks the couch beside her, her other hand clutching my hair.
Finally, I hear her panting turn into one long moan, and I feel her tighten around me once more as my fingers pump in and out one last time. Her legs tighten, then they both drop, and she lets her arm fall over her eyes. I move back slowly, wiping my mouth and smiling down at her. I walk across the room to whereI chucked her pants and carry them over to her. She’s still lying with her arm over her eyes, trying to slow her breathing down. I lean over her, and she slowly moves it, her big brown eyes batting at me.
I hand her the pants then lean down for a long kiss. I want her to taste herself on me.
Then I pull back.
“Just keep your eyes on me, baby,” I tell her. “I got you.”
Then, I stand up, turn around, and walk out of her apartment.
WREN
What. The. Fuck.
What on God’s good greenEarthwasthat?
My legs feel like rubber. My heart rate hasn’t come down yet. I’m still panting like a damn dog.
But somehow, I feel a little bit lighter. I know, in reality, I have a huge job to handle in less than twenty-four hours.
But right now, all I hear, see, and feel…is him.
I lie on the couch, recovering for a little while, until I hear my phone ding on my counter. I walk over and grab it.
Remember, if you need them tomorrow, they will be there. And I’ll be checking in.
I look down at the text for a moment. I feel flattered that he’s worried about my well-being, but being that my body is still tingling from his, there’s a part of me that’s a little disappointed that we went right from that to this.
I sigh. Just as I’m about to write something back that’s equally as tame, my phone goes off again.
I love the way you taste, by the way.
My mouth drops open.
Thereit is. That’s what I was looking for.
I feel myself get wet again as I smile like an idiot and bite my bottom lip.
Fuck, he’s hot.
Thank you. I’ll text if I need anything,I say, sending it off. Then I send another one.
I still can’t feel my legs.
I see the three dots pop up then go away. Then they pop up again.
