‘Every night, me making you feel good,’ I whisper, kissing her. ‘Think of how good it could be. Making love whenever we wanted.’
My boner strains against my jeans. The ache is almost painful. In my mind, it’s partly punishment for how I’ve treated her in the past.
I look down at her. Her eyes have fluttered open again. The look between us is so intense, it robs me of breath. ‘I love you, Hollie,’ I say, only this time when I say the words there’s a lump in my throat. Every night, from here on in, I want her in my bed. ’Til the day I choke. I don’t want anyone else.
‘I love you,’ she says hoarsely back, her tone ragged with desire.
I need her to know that I’m not that same dumb high school student anymore.
I stop touching her. I lean up and move to the end of the bed. She watches as I get off the bed and get to my feet. Leaning down, I hook my hands under her knees, gently tugging her body down the bed until her lower legs are hanging off the mattress. I spread her wide. I’m on my knees for her, so I can worship her and her perfect pussy.
And, boy, does she let me. Her moans are like music as I slide my tongue up her seam, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit, varying my rhythm until she’s squirming and desperate for release. I edge her closer, then back off, trailing kisses down her inner thighs, watching as she grapples with the loss, her chest rising and falling.
‘AJ,’ she whispers. ‘Please… please.’
‘Not yet, baby,’ I say, licking her once, twice, sliding two fingers a little way inside her, rubbing her G-spot for a few seconds before withdrawing, playing with her soaked, swollen pussy lips at her entrance.
‘So… good…’ she whispers. ‘Oh god, I need it. I need to…’
My dick strains against my fly. I want to be inside her. The restriction is agony. But this is agony that I deserve.
She’s panting. Fisting the sheets. I dip two fingers inside her, barely an inch, dragging her arousal over her skin. She whimpers. I purse my lips and blow against her clit.
‘AJ,’ she whispers. ‘Stop playing with me. Let me come.’
I kiss her clit, swirl my tongue just once. ‘Tell me you love me,’ I say.
‘I love you,’ she stutters. ‘So, so much’.
I finger her. ‘Tell me you love make-up sex.’
She’s laughing now. Laughing and groaning. ‘I love make-up sex with you. Oh god, AJ.’
‘You know what I love?’ I ask, circling her clit achingly slow. ‘I love making you come.’
She lets out an agonising groan. It’s impatient as it is needy. I lower my mouth to her pussy then, flicking my firm tongue over her clit, in a swift, punishing motion that has her back arching off the bed. She’s crying out as I sink two fingers inside her, just at the moment she lets go, and her walls clamp down on me as she comes hard, her arousal soaking my face. I revel in the sounds she makes as she rides out her orgasm, the insides of her thighs clamping around my ears as I keep drawing pleasure out of her for as long as possible.
Finally, her body goes limp. She’s out of breath. ‘Holy shit,’ she mutters as she pulls herself up. ‘That was… I don’t even know what that was.’
I look up at her. Her lips are a little swollen when I kiss them. ‘See how good you taste,’ I say.
She pulls away, gazing at me. ‘What?’ I ask.
‘You remember when we went to the river and Balthazar and Nicole went off into the woods?’
‘Uh, sure,’ I say, recalling I was pretty pissed at that point.
‘What do you think they were doing?’
I hold in a laugh. ‘I’m guessing they weren’t looking for ladybugs, baby.’
She pokes me in the arm. ‘Nicole came back with twigs stuck to her knees.’
I clear my throat. ‘I’m not sure I wanna think about what Nicole was doin’ to my buddy on her knees in the woods, Holl. Not when we’re…’
Hollie sucks on her lip. ‘I want to do that to you.’
She hooks a couple of fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugs them forward. ‘Will you let me?’ she asks.
