‘I said let’s get you inside.’ Or words to that effect, I reply, as she produces a key.
The door creaks as it opens and we’re immediately in the front room where the possibilities seem suddenly endless.A sofa to bend her over. A coffee table where she won’t hurt her knees while she sits and sucks my cock. A small dining setting from which to eather out.But it seems we’re not stopping as she takes my hand, pulling me down a short hallway. And into a bedroom.
The pale curtains are drawn and the bed is covered with an off white duvet that looks recently made. A half-full water glass stands on the bedside table, a phone charger plugged into the wall socket as a pair of pink socks lie abandoned on the floor. Like the rest of the place, the room is clean and lacks an air of abandonment.
‘Somebody’s been sleeping inthisbed,’ I say, teasingly testing the suitability of the mattress, chucking myself down. I’m not sure why, but her relaxed air seems to dissipate. Her shoulders stiffen; she looks ready to bolt.
‘I—I suppose that was your attempt at a wolfish grin?’ she says, folding her arms, her feet planted wide.Which is better than turning on her toes.
‘See these?’ I flash her my bestknicker dropping smirk,tapping my front teeth with my index finger. ‘All the better to eat you out with.’
‘I think you mean, all thebigger t—to—’She stops with a jolt, possibly just realising what I’d actually said.
‘To eatyou outwith.’ I prop my weight on my elbows and pat the mattress by my hip. ‘So why don’t you be a good girl and hop on over here and sit on my face.’
‘C—cocky much?’ She blushes looking anywhere but at me, and for some reason I feel like I’ve been given a gift. More than just the girl in a tight t-shirt and bright blue wellies. Besides, this is no girl, but a woman. One with secrets and mysteries ripe for discovery. Does she know what she likes? Has she discovered it all yet?
‘And you love it.’ They all do secretly, in the bedroom, at least. I sit up when it becomes clear she’s not up for throwing herself at me. ‘Don’t be shy. Get over here.’
Her legs brush against the bottom of the mattress as she steps closer, almost as though she’s taken my words as a dare. ‘It’s just different in the dark,’ she murmurs, almost as though to herself. ‘Feels safer.’
‘Let not the light see my desires.’
‘You like the dark, too?’
‘I was quoting Shakespeare,’ I say, smiling at the idiocy inthat. ‘Impressed yet?’ Her return smile has the look of relief as I take her hand, pulling her in between my splayed legs. ‘I don’t mind the dark. Though my desires may be shameful, I have no shame.’
‘Shameless,’ she repeats, raising her hands and feeding them into my hair. Her fingers are light on the nape of my neck, causing me to repress a shiver. ‘I’d like to experience that.’
My response is to push my hands under her t-shirt, shoving it upwards. Her breath hitches and her hands still in my hair for a beat before she lifts them, allowing me to peel the fabric the rest of the way. Dropping it to the floor, I place my hands against her tiny waist, sliding my thumbs up and down her soft skin.
‘Then you’re about to come on the right man. I’m imagining all kinds of shameless things right now. Bad, wicked things.’
‘I can’t help noticing where you address these... thoughts.’
My eyes flick upwards to her face. ‘To your tits? Aye, well, what can I say?’ My gaze returns to the area in question. ‘They’re partly the cause. You’ve got great tits, Fin.’ On the small side, though big enough to make me want to taste them.Wonder what colour her nipples are?It was hard to tell in the dark, which leaves me guessing right now. Sitting straighter, I try to peek down the front of a satin bra that’s almost the colour of her creamy skin, then I quickly glide my hands up her back, loosening the clasp.
Her breath stills.
‘Fuck, yeah. Pink.’ Like a fool I sit staring when she drops her arms and the straps follow, falling from her wrists. My gaze is unmoving for a long, loaded beat, drawn to the shallow rise and fall of her breath.
‘You’re so fucking pretty.’ My hands cup the top of her ribcage, thumbs stretching to caress rosy nipples. She smells of something soft and feminine—some kind of floral scent? And her nipples are like ripe berries, the kind you long to pop into your mouth.
And I’m not known for my restraint.
My heart beats like a drum as I lean in and touch her with my tongue and lips, sucking the hard bud into my mouth as she lets out a gasp, pressing into me. Pulling back, I test my theory from that night that she likes things a little rough, and bite down none too gently.
Holy Christ; the best kind of reaction. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent plea, her nails digging into my shoulders, making me hiss a short curse.
‘Sorry,’ she whispers,
Fuck that.‘Do it again,’ I say around her nipple, blowing the stiff peak. ‘As hard as you like.’ I have both of my hands full, doing what a man does, given the opportunity. Namely, lap suck and nibble while wishing he had two mouths.
‘Touch me.’
I still at her soft demand, her words sending a brush of anticipation dancing from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. She doesn’t have to ask twice; I have my hand in her knickers before she takes her next breath.
Her skin is soft and slick as I run a finger between her lips.
