That sound.
Untangles every nerve inside me.
Kissing up her inner thighs, I roam up to her wet glistening center at a snail’s pace, savoring every moment. I stroke her folds wildly with my tongue before settling on her clit, sucking, and grazing.
I look up and her eyes are shielded by her lids. I say her name and her eyes flutter open—vulnerable, trusting. Something in my chest cracks open.
“Annika,” I breathe, voice raw. “You’re perfect. I love having something to hold on to.”
“But I’m… I’m.”
She doesn’t finish as I continue licking her until she’s bucking her hips into my face. My hand squeezes her hips, and my fingers sink in holding her in place.
Her moans grow louder, needier until she’s trembling on the edge of orgasm. I slip my finger inside her and she mutters, “Yes” as she lifts her head off the bed only for it to fall back.
Her legs shake and her body tenses as she comes on myfinger and then tongue. I watch her face, flushed and tight until she sucks in that last bit of air.
I rise from the bed, shedding the rest of my clothes and removing a foil packet from my wallet.
My cock is so hard it aches, but I pause letting the moment stretch.
Her eyes widening at the sight of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
I tear open the foil and ask, “Do you want to put it on?”
She looks away.
“Look at me, gorgeous.” She turns back to me. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, lips pressed together. “This isn’t… I’m not.”
“Talk to me.”
“I’ve seen the girls you date.”
A satisfied smile spreads over my face. “So, this is a date?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I'm the opposite of the girls you were with in college. You know the bimbos. The ones that all look alike—stick straight blonde hair, manicured brows, fake nails and skinny,” she mumbles, never looking me at my face, instead she’s focused on my abdomen.
I’ve never seen Annika look so vulnerable.
Sound so vulnerable.
It does something to me. Makes me feel protective. Makes me want to know why she feels that she’s not beautiful.
“First, I wouldn’t call them bimbos. Second, I never dated any of them.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Annika, I would have asked you out back then, but you hated me.”
“Despised is a better word,” she says as she peeks at my face.
A harsh chuckle escapes my lips. “But I kept coming.” I lean down kissing her inner thigh. “And I want to make you come. Do you want to make me come?”
She whispers, the word getting stuck in her throat, “Yes.”
I roll on the condom and ease myself between her thighs. With our eyes fixed on each other, my hair falls forward as my lips find hers, exploring the newfound truce between us.
