She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I lift her up under her arms and put her on the kitchen worktop. I go to untie her boots, lifting one of her feet into my lap.
“Jeans and underwear off,” I order her.
She gives me a little giggle and I wonder if this is the first time I’ve heard that kind of laugh from Mina before, all light and dainty, nothing like the rest of her. I delight in it, but not as much as I rejoice in the way she obeys my order, her eyes bright with anticipation.
Her second boot is off at around the same time that she’s sliding her jeans and knickers down her thighs. I drop to my knees but stay raised up high on them so I’m perfectly aligned with her cunt. When my hands slide up her thighs she puts a hand out to stop me from getting closer.
“Fuck, I should shower first,” she says, her hand slides up to grip the back of my neck, keeping me at a distance.
No chance.
“I don’t want to taste your shower gel, Mina. I want to taste you,” I say, looking up at her.
I’ve said the right thing because now she uses her grip on my head to pull me closer to her body. “For a clean freak, you are fucking filthy,” she says as she slams my face down on her warm skin.
With my nose pressed against the outside of her pussy, my cheek brushing up against the impossibly soft flesh of her inner thigh, I inhale deeply. Yes, I do it to prove my point, but I also do it because I want to. I want to inhale her. I want to suck up as much of Mina as she’ll let me have. And not just sexually. I want to absorb her in as many ways as I can. I want to know more about her; what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling, and what she wants from life… and from me.
I’d give my right nut to know what she thinks about me, about us. Not that that would slow down my growing erection as I spread her legs wide and start to lick at her centre, slowly, lazily, like I have all the time in the world.
Because I’m too fearful to ask her outright what she thinks, instead I’ll do the next best thing. I’m going to make love to her pussy with my mouth. I’m going to tease out her orgasm, armed with the small amount of confidence I have now I’ve licked, sucked, and kissed her pussy to climax twice already. Now I know that the flat of my tongue stroking her is what makes her shudder most. Now I know that she moans when I run the smooth outside of my front teeth against her clit. Now I know that she rides my face harder when I dig my fingertips into her thighs.
And I do all these things, my arse sticking out behind me as I bend over and feast on Mina. And in response, Mina gives me all those moans, those shudders, those grinding hips. She also tells me that it feels good, that she’s going to come so hard, and I reward myself by taking one of my hands off her and squeezing my erection through my jeans.
“Fuck, yes.” Mina pants as I backtrack a little, lapping around her clit rather than directly on it.
“Don’t stop doing that,” she says and grips the back of my head with such force I daren’t move, daren’t come off to tell her that she can’t come yet, that I want to stay eating her pussy until she’s begging me to let her orgasm. I’m having too much fun for this to be over soon.
But again, I’m too fearful.
So I do as she says, keeping my strokes even and feeling her juices drip down my chin.
“Fuck, Charlie.” Mina hisses and it’s hearing my name on her lips that has me gripping myself even harder, has me feeling full of warmth and air. And then I remember I get to fuck her after this, and I’m suddenly very happy to feel her slam my face into her pussy as she releases a long, guttural moan.
I stay there, pressed up against her as she rides out each trembling wave of her orgasm. Soaking up every sound she makes – the gasps, the pants, the moans – I wait until she loosens her grip on the back of my head and then I pull back enough to look up at her. I’m a little surprised to see her staring down at me as her chest still heaves with her irregular breathing. She looks a little stunned or startled, like maybe her orgasm was harder than she expected, or maybe it was because it happened quicker than the previous two occasions I went down on her. Whatever it is, I like seeing Mina look like this, like she doesn’t know what her next move is.
But just as I’m thinking this and straightening up to kiss away her shock, that alarmed expression vanishes and her eyes aren’t as big or wide. They’re narrowing in on my face.
“Let me kiss you clean,” she says and she does, her lips travelling all over the bottom half of my face. We kiss now and then, but she really is committed to lapping up every trace of herself, a fact that makes me even more inordinately horny than I already was.
“Mina,” I say in between kisses that she is very much in control of.
“Yes, Charlie?”
“Can I still fuck you?”
“Yes, Charlie,” she says and I can hear the smile in her voice. “Show me where your bedroom is.”
“Nah,” I say, pulling back to see bewilderment in her face again. “I’d rather carry you there.”
I slide my hands under Mina’s thighs and scoop her up. It makes me want to cry out with joy when I feel her tighten her legs around me and I ignore the rational voice that tells me she’s just doing it for balance. I carry us out of the kitchen and down the short corridor to my bedroom at the back of the flat. Rather than throw her down on the bed like I’m tempted to do, I keep Mina in my arms and press her back against the open bedroom door. I want to kiss her like this a little longer, feeling her body wrapped around mine.
I think I also want to torture myself because now the moment is imminent, I’m starting to feel like no matter how much I want to fuck Mina, I’m feeling a lot wobblier about how able I am to do it. I could say it’s because I always used to bottom more with Markus or it’s because it’s been over ten years since I slept with a woman, but that’s not the whole truth. It’s also because it’s Mina, a woman I’m fast developing strong feelings for. A woman who also hasn’t slept with a man in years. A woman who is giving nothing away when it comes to how she possibly feels about me. Is this a stupid idea? To make love to a woman who may never want to do this again. To do something that I know isn’t going to sever or shrink the feelings I have for her, but rather nurture and strengthen them.
“Fuck,” I curse, pulling back. I look down, trying to find a bit more focus, a bit of calm in my busy mind.
“What is it?” Mina’s hand comes up to cup my jaw.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
