She looked around, taking in the small cottage. She walked over to the built-ins on the opposite wall. They held my dad’sold books along with my own and a few pictures that I cherished. A photo of my parents on vacation in Mykonos for their twentieth anniversary. A snapshot of my dad and me at a Steelers game when I was ten. And the last photo of all of us together.
“Is this your family?”
I nodded, still perplexed about why she was there.
She ran her hand along the smooth pine shelf and took a deep breath. “Okay. I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here and what’s up…” She turned toward me, hesitancy in her eyes. “I can’t do this. I can’t move forward with all of this.”
“Okay. What happened?” I was frozen where I stood, my hands in my pockets.
“I can’t stop thinking about the weekend we met. We bumped into each other that morning and then you showed up at my job. You walking me home. Making out with you in that closet. And then you saved me from those reporters tonight. It just got me thinking.” She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together. “This all feels like I was supposed to meet you, not Oliver.”
The air left my lungs. I didn’t know what to say. Was she serious? This never happened. From the time we were teenagers, girls always flocked to Ollie and Xavier over me. Never once had someone chosen me over them.
“So, what now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She walked toward me, her dress making a lightwooshas her hips swayed. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The heart-shaped neckline accentuated her breasts in all the best ways as the silk hugged her waist, giving her the perfect hourglass frame. She looked absolutely stunning.
She stopped just in front of me and ran her hands up my chest, lacing her fingers together behind thenape of my neck. Our bodies were so close that I could feel her breasts as they rose and fell against my own chest.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
I heeded her request by leaning my head down and running my nose along the bridge of hers. I took in the smell of lavender and vanilla—Birdie’s signature scent. I placed my hands on her waist and gave her a light squeeze as she looked up at me with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. I could get lost in the way they shifted from golden honey to burnt sienna in the changing light.
A few tendrils of her coffee-colored hair had fallen out of her updo and brushed against my nose as I nuzzled into her neck, placing a few light kisses along her throat. She let out one of those soft moans that turned me inside out.
“You can’t make noises like that,” I whispered against her lips. My voice was gravelly as I struggled to hold myself together. I slid my tongue along her bottom lip, teasing her. She pressed into me, wanting more. I enveloped her mouth with mine as she welcomed my kiss.
“You don’t like my noises?” she pulled back and asked as she ran her hands up the back of my neck and fingered my hair.
“Ilovethose noises, but I don’t have much self-control. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone.” I kissed her again, this time with less patience. There was a hunger in her return as she slid her tongue into my mouth, searching for I didn’t know what. After a few minutes, she slowed and sank into a slow, languid speed, like a well-rehearsed dance. Like we’d done this many times, not just once before.
“Maybe we should remedy that, yeah?” She pulled back and gave me a devious smile.
My gaze followed her hand as it slid under the waistband of my gray sweatpants. She cupped my heavy balls and a moan slipped from my own lips.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
She slid to her knees and pulled my pants down, my hard cock springing free. She wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few pumps, then looked up at me.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
I’d lost all ability to speak. I just nodded and prayed to whatever God was listening that I could last long enough, because I was aching and just the thought of her rubbing me any harder had pre-cum slipping from the tip of my dick.
Before I could reach down to wipe it away, Birdie’s warm mouth was on my tip, running her tongue over it and swallowing me down. She took me deeper into her mouth and hummed as she went deeper and deeper and deeper. As she slid it out of her mouth, she ran her tongue along the bottom and flicked the tip. She did this one more time until she pulled me all the way out.
“Holy shit, Birdie,” I huffed as I threw my head back. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that with your tongue.”
She let out a small laugh as she put me back into her mouth, cradling my balls and running her finger along the seam between them at the same time. That’s when I lost all control. I lifted her up and carried her bridal style to my bedroom. Thank God I knew my way around the cottage, because I couldn’t see a damn thing as I ravaged her mouth with mine. The taste of me and her mingling was heavenly.
I set her down in front of my bed and turned her around, looking for a way to get her out of that gown.
“Are you attached to this dress?”
“No. Why?”
I ripped the few buttons at the top, and they flew across the room, rolling under the dresser against the wall. I yanked the zipper down and tore her out of it. As soon as the silky fabric hit the floor, I turned her around to face me. Ilightly grabbed her throat and brought her mouth to mine, sucking her tongue between my teeth. I ran my hands down her spine, grabbing handfuls of her firm ass. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the back of her knees, lifting her and throwing her onto the bed. Her laughter filled the room.
Her soft, warm skin and white lace underwear contrasted against the black of my comforter. There was a slight sheen to her skin—she was ready, and I could tell.
