Remy flashes me a naughty grin. “He hardly has to. You’re going to make it up to me with your mouth,” she says, then steps closer and drags her thumb along my bottom lip, making me forget my fucking name as my skin lights up.
But the star of the show tonight is her.
“Get naked and get on the bed.”
“If you insist.”
“I do,” I say, then open the bottle. When she’s down to nothing, I tug off my shirt, leaving only my jeans on as I climb on the bed, champagne in hand. It’s not lost on me that she bought champagne for her ex and didn’t get to drink it. This champagne isn’t going to waste.
I drizzle some of the bubbly on her breasts, then spend a good long time worshiping those gorgeous globes, lickingthe champagne off her flesh, sucking her nipples till she’s writhing and I’m aching. Grabbing at the sheets with one hand, she pushes my head lower with the other, practically begging me to eat her up. I set the bottle of champagne aside and then kiss my way down her body, reaching her hips.
I pause for a second or two, amazed I get to do this. I get to touch her. It’s such a privilege.
I can’t believe that the woman I crushed on from afar is so much better in real life. More fun, more caring, more kind than I’d imagined. And for a few more days, she’s all mine. As that heady thought roars through me, I settle between her thighs.
But she presses a hand to my shoulder, stopping me. “I have to warn you, I don’t come this way easily.”
She gives me an apologetic look, but there’s nothing to apologize for. This isn’t a problem. This is something we can figure out together.
“Is it that you don’t like it?”
“No, I like it. I mean, I think I like it. It’s just that it’s sort of hard to let go.”
I could say something cocky likeit’s because whoever was with you wasn’t doing it right,but now is not the time for crowing. Now is the time for listening. “Do you want to let go?”
She pauses and shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Then how about this? I’ll just go down on you for a few minutes. No pressure. Come or don’t come—whatever works for you. And when you want to stop, I’ll fuck you instead just the way you like it.”
“Okay,” she says, sounding breathy, and sounding happy too, like that was the right answer I gave.
Thank fuck.
I’m not some kind of expert in the mind or intimacy. But if she’s worried about letting go, maybe the most importantthing is to let her know she doesn’t have to with me. She can just be herself.
I slide my hands under her ass, scoop her up, and bring her close to my mouth. And then I kiss and lick and suck. I flatten my tongue, dragging it slowly, luxuriously up and down. I savor every single taste of her, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. Letting her know with my hands digging into her ass, with my sounds, moans, and grunts that come from the center of my filthy soul how absolutely fucking good it is whether she lets go or not.
And I kiss her pussy more deeply, like I’m French kissing her. Like I can’t get enough of her taste, her scent, her pleasure as I listen to her every sound.
As she starts to whimper, as she arches her hips, as she grabs my hair, I don’t stop. I pick up the pace a little bit while the pleasure runs roughshod through my veins. She grinds against my face then lets out the sexiest little squeak, digs her nails into my skull and then shouts, “Oh my god.”
Like it surprised her. Like she wasn’t expecting the orgasm to take her hostage.
She rocks up into my mouth as pleasure seems to take over her body, and I kiss her through it as lust barrels through mine.
When I let go, she’s panting, breathing hard, running a hand through her hair, basking in the letting go, and it’s a stunning sight. Made even more so when her eyes flutter open, and she looks both satisfied and powerful. And like a woman with a plan.
She scoots up a little on the pillows, then pushes her tits together. “Come on me.”
I’m not saying no to that.
I rip off my jeans and boxer briefs, then drag my fingers through her sweet, wet pussy, and lube my dick with her orgasm.
She gasps.
“Knew you could do it, beautiful. I fucking believe in you, my horny, dirty woman.”
“Lake,” she says, but it comes out like a needy rasp.
