“Like this?” I swirl my tongue around, swallowing every single drop she offers me. Her fingers dig into my scalp, and it’s one of the most exhilarating feelings I’ve ever felt. She could do anything she wanted with me, and I’d take it all with no complaints.
“Just like that,’’ she encourages. Her voice is hoarse, dripping with desperation. My eyes flick upward to meet her gaze, and I’m stunned into silence. The beautiful look of pleasure is written all over her, and I’m proud to be the one to make it happen.
Deep growls come from me, and I double my efforts. Her legs start trembling a little, her back arching to meet my movements. Blair’s expression is that of pure bliss and excitement, and I gently push one finger inside her.
A deep, needy moan slips from her, and I can tell she’s getting close. I pump my finger in and out of her at a steady pace, then add a second finger and pick it up. Her legs tighten around my neck, and I can hardly breathe.
That’s alright. Dying between her legs seems like the best way to go.
Before I can register what’s happening, Blair’s voice gets louder. The moan is so thrilling; the way she’s calling my name ismaking the blood in my veins run hot. She comes all over my face, and I drink it all up.
Then, just as I think I’ve suppressed myself enough, I can’t control the reaction of my body. I come in my pants, the thick liquid coating the inside of my underwear, creating a very visible wet patch.
Blair tries to regulate her breathing, her chest moving up and down rapidly. She takes big breaths, untangling her legs from behind my head. I pull back, sitting up, and cleaning my face with the back of my palm.
Her eyes roam all over my face until they slowly land down to my crotch area and the fucking evidence of my inability to control my body. She doesn’t say anything; she just lifts an amused brow, eyes flicking between me and the stain on my pants.
“What’s that?”
“Well,” I laugh it off nervously, feeling my cheeks redden. “It happened.”
“You’re embarrassed,” she concludes, a small smile on her face. She sits up, propping a pillow behind her head, resting against the headboard. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“It’s easy for you to say, you didn’t just come in your pants.’’ I scoff, though it’s lighthearted. Blair’s small laughter reaches my ears, and a grin tugs on the corner of my lips.
“It’s cute.”
I roll my eyes. “Right, cute.”
Blair reaches for my hand, pulling me toward her. Her arms wrap around me, my face buried in the crook of her neck. I take a deep inhale of the scent, and the fact that she showered using my products makes me go wild on the inside. She smells, feels like me. God, I love this woman with every fiber of my being.
I hug her back, holding her tightly against my body. She sighs, resting her cheek against my head. She doesn’t say much, but I feel her holding me tighter, almost as if she’s scared to let go.
And just when I think she won’t bring up this little situation again, she does, and I’m embarrassed all over again.
“So… why did it happen? Were you that excited?”
I pause, then lift my face enough to look at her. My face heats up, and no doubt, I’m as red as a tomato. A smile stretches onto her face when she notices it, eyes glimmering in amusement.
“More or less.”
She tilts her head to the side. “What does that mean, Arlo?”
I pause, debating internally whether to come clean and admit it or take it to my grave. However, the intensity in her eyes makes me falter for a moment, and I know she won’t stop digging until she finds out the truth. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the words that come out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“I’m a virgin.’’
SIXTEEN
Gently, I cup Arlo’s cheeks in my hands. The admission catches me off guard, and it takes me a moment to try and figure out whether he’s messing with my head or not. But when I look into those bright, sincere eyes of his, all I can see is the raw honesty and truth that he’s not trying to hide.
“You’re a virgin?”
Arlo nods, his cheeks feeling hot under my fingertips. The color deepens, a dark red spread all over his face. He looks so adorable when he blushes, and it’s driving me insane.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well,” he drags his bottom lip between his teeth,my eyes zeroing in on the small action. My stomach does a backflip, the flutter in my chest intensifying. “I just didn’t want you to know. I mean, I was only eighteen when I met you for the first time. And ever since, I haven’t wanted to sleep with anyone except you. So, I waited.”
