“Hurry up,” I demand, impatiently and it comes out so snappily, I almost feel guilty but then I feel his mouth, his warm, wet mouth, give my inner thigh a long, lingering kiss and I have to focus on my knees not buckling completely.
“Want. To. Take. My. Time,” he says in between more travelling kisses.
I glance at the door. “Someone could come knocking at any moment,” I tell him, although it’s not the real reason I’m urging him on.
“Fuck ‘em,” he says but it’s muffled as his mouth is pressed into the giving flesh of my inner thigh, mere centimetres away from where I really want him.
“Charlie,” I say and my tone is stern enough that he lifts his head and looks up at me. “Fuck me with your mouth already.”
His eyes are astonishingly dark now as he holds my dress up with one hand and then traces the outline of my underwear with the fingers of his other hand.
“Push my knickers to the side,” I tell him.
He does.
“Do you see how wet I am already?” I ask.
He swallows before answering, “Yes.”
“That’s where I want you. That’s where I want your tongue.”
“Yes,” he hisses again.
I look down at him and decide to help out by holding my dress up for him. “So, what are you waiting for?”
Charlie drops his gaze and seems to stare at my pussy for a few seconds. I’m about to grab his head and pull it to my cunt, but he finally does it by himself.
His tongue is tentative as it finds the tip of my clit which I know is swollen and peeking out of my outer labia, ready and needy for attention. Eventually, his licks have a bit more pressure and alternate in their movement, but he’s still hesitant and hasn’t found a rhythm that is working for me. Nor do I believe it’s working for him.
I’m about to grip his head and guide him to where I really want him but he pulls back, rests on his heels and starts talking, his hands held up.
“So, here’s the thing,” he begins.
“What?” I ask and I feel my eyes widening in a questioning glare.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”
“Gave head?”
“No, but rather head that doesn’t have a literal head.” He offers me a wonky grin that would almost be adorable if I wasn’t standing here with my pussy hanging out and my desire beginning to waver.
“Ah.”
“And I was feeling so enthusiastic a moment ago. I really, really wanted to go down on you. I still do,reallywant to, but I am… struggling a bit with what to actually do now I’m… here.” His lips are still glistening with me and I see the sparkle in his eyes. I can’t be angry about this interruption. He’s effectively asking me to help him pleasure me.
Trying my hardest to stop glowering at him, I force a quick smile and decide to spin this situation in a way that could work for us both.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do, Charlie?” I bring my hand down and comb my fingers through his hair. Its silkiness surprises me.
“Yes,” he says, an eager look on his face as he rises again on his knees. “Please.”
And for once I don’t hate his eagerness, his puppy dog expression, or the way he licks his lips despite them being stretched into a smile.
“Do you see my clit, Charlie?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Lick it. Lick it slowly, like it’s an ice cream.”
