“Careful. That was almost a normal volume,” he whispers, and I slap a hand over my mouth. “God, he’s going to be traumatized after tonight.”
“Who cares? Come here.”
He rejoins me on the bed, parting my legs and settling himself between them. I let out a sigh at his touch, groaning in protest as he leaves to kneel at the foot of the bed. Then I yelp as he pulls at my legs until they’re dangling off the mattress. His hand covers my mouth again as he leans forward to get his first taste of me.
I let out a muffled moan into his palm as he licks my pussy, squirming beneath the other hand holding me down into the mattress. God, it’s so hard to keep still when his tongue feels so fucking good. It’s even harder to keep quiet, but luckily his hand seals over my mouth. As he sucks my clit, the first finger circles my entrance, gauging my wetness. He grabs for the lube and squeezes a dime-size amount onto his fingers before spreading me open with his other hand.
“Grab the pillow.” He nods to the one above my head. “I won’t have a free hand to cover your mouth, so you’ll have to bite down on it to keep quiet.”
Shakily, I reach up for it. His tongue resumes movement on my clit in slow, teasing licks that build me up as one finger breaches my entrance. There’s a slight sting from the pressure, but it’s not bad. I’m too focused on how good his tongue feels that I hardly register any discomfort at first. It’s when he adds a second finger to the mix that it really starts to sting. I spend a moment staring up at the ceiling as I try to regulate my breathing. Right when it gets to be too much and I’m about to tell him to stop, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I forget all about the pain as I momentarily see stars. It’s an afterthought to grab the pillow and bite down just before a cry of pleasure escapes.
“Any pain?” His fingers move in and out of me, the wet sound so obscene and a little mortifying to my ears that I’m nearly catapulted out of the moment. But I’m thrown right back in when his thumbcircles my clit again and he says, “God, if you could only see yourself right now. You’re incredible. So wet and perfect, my fingers slid right inside. You’re doing great, Leticia.”
“It’s not as—” My breath hitches as the pleasure amps up again. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It hardly hurts anymore.”
“Yeah?” His tongue replaces his thumb as his fingers push deeper inside of me. I let out a gasp before remembering the pillow, I’m so caught off guard by how good it feels.
“Yeah,” I say. “It feels amazing, Julian. God, if I’d known it could feel this good, I would’ve popped my own cherry with a toy ages ago.”
“I’m glad to have the honor instead.” He smirks before his mouth resumes work on me.
Andlord, is he working. His fingers increase in pace with his tongue, my thighs beginning to shake around his head as the orgasm approaches. I bite down on my lip along with the urge to cry out his name. Finally, as he sucks on my clit one final time, my whole body shakes with the force of what is undoubtedly the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Holy shit.” I stare up at the ceiling for a moment. “That was amazing.”
So amazing, in fact, that I fall asleep almost immediately. At some point in the night, we wake up for round two. After coming a third time, I take Julian in my mouth, his hushed instruction and hitched breaths filling the quiet room until I swallow down his pleasure. And then, both of us blissfully sated, I’m falling back asleep as I’m wrapped in his arms again.
40
Leti
Two gigantic metal bowls of fries plus our burgers and milkshakes take up the entire table between us. I can eat, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to finish everything Julian ordered for us. As soon as I tap out, Julian pulls out a legal pad and pen from his side of the booth.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking my list.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “I picked you up ten minutes early, which makes up for the tardiness from our last two dates. Not once have I touched the food belonging to you unless offered to me, so that’s another check.”
I’m the one who suggested splitting our burgers and ordering two different kinds of fries since I know he likes to share food. I drew the line at sharing shakes, though, because I don’t play when it comes to cookies and cream.
“I haven’t checked my phone once, so that’s a point in my column,” I say, and he grins at me across the table.
“And it only took me four years, but I think I’m getting the hang of this maintaining eye contact thing,” Julian adds. “Though, unfortunately I do remain a chatterbox. I only hope I haven’t bored your ears off.”
“Not any more than usual.” I shrug, to which he guffaws. “Though I’m still not sure how you managed to come off as a commitment-phobe on our second first date. Unless there’s something you’re not telling me?”
“I guess there sort of is.” I’m almost nervous until he says, “I don’t want kids. That’s a big deal-breaker for a lot of people, and it comes with a lot of assumptions from people who do want them.”
“I get that.” Then I laugh. “God, we’re more compatible than we even knew.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want them either,” I say. “I love Mari, Alicia, and Matteo to death, but I’ve seen firsthand what their mothers go through. Besides, I’d much rather spend what little money I am making on myself.”
“I couldn’t agree more. And raising the hellions in my classroom is more than enough exposure for me,” he says. “What about marriage? Think you might want that one day?”
“Oh, for sure,” I say. “It’s the wedding part I don’t want. My mom will try to control the whole thing like she did with Elena’s, and it’ll turn into another nightmare, like my quince.”
“You know, I’ve always liked the idea of eloping,” Julian says. “You bring two witnesses, one for each side, head down to city hall, and then you’re out of there by lunch.”
