Page 80 of Blush Crush

“Do you want me to keep going?”

She nods quickly. “Yes, please.”

I bite my smile, loving seeing some eagerness in her. It tells me I’m doing something right.

“We can stop at any point. Your call.”

“I know,” she says. “I trust you.”

My heart constricts. She said she trusted me last night, but hearing it in person, after she’s given me permission to touch her body, there’s an entirely different weight to the trust. And I intend to do everything I can to keep it, to keep her looking at me like that.

With the consent to proceed, I move back, sliding closer to the foot of the bed. Lying on my stomach, settled between her parted legs, I press a kiss to the inside of her knee.

She inhales sharply, pulling her legs further apart.

Another kiss, higher, and her fingers find the comforter and grip it tighter.

“Still okay?” I ask against her inner thigh.

“Yes,” she says, slightly breathless. “Very okay.”

Softly chuckling, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and draw it down slowly, and she lifts her hips to help me.

They’re cotton, trimmed in lace. Pink of course, and surprisingly a thong. I was imagining much more tame panties.

Makes me wonder what kind she wears on the daily. If the good girl behind the counter, making coffee with a sweet smile, has been wearing sexy little panties this entire time.

I finish dragging them off her and tuck them in my pocket for later.

I look up at her from where I am and she’s propped on her elbows watching me with an expression that is equal parts nervous and wanting, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Using both hands, I push out her knees until her dress gathers higher on her waist and her pussy comes into view.

And fuck, I was not ready for what the sight of it would do to me.

She’s clearly wet, pussy lips pink and puffy and glistening.

I catch the drool pooling in my mouth before it drips from the corners.

“Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.” I lick my lips. “Goddamn,” I mutter to myself.

She giggles. “Sure it is.”

Does she think I’m fucking kidding right now? “I’m dead serious, doll. I’ll be dreaming about your pussy until the day I die.”

Her smile slowly dissolves, replaced with heat lighting her eyes.

My girl needs relief. Badly.

I lower my head until my mouth hovers over all her wet heat.

She smells incredible, so much so I’m tempted to swipe my nose between her slit, but right now is all about her, so I sweep my tongue in one long, languid lick, gathering her arousal for a proper taste.

Her body responds immediately, hips lifting, an uncontrollable twitch as a gasp flies out of her.

“Oh my God.”

She tastes phenomenal. Fuck those chocolate croissants, I’ll be needing to eat this pussy daily. Best damn thing I’ve ever had.