I grab my thighs and hold them apart. He leans in.
He doesn’t pull the panties aside. Not yet. He presses his mouth to the lace and sucks.
The wet fabric drags against my clit, the heat of his mouth seeping through.
I scream and throw my head back.
He works me through the fabric. He nips. He sucks. He licks.
The lace adds friction. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“Tex,” I sob. “Please.”
He hooks a finger under the lace, pulls it to the side. He curses.
The air hits my wet skin, and I feel exposed.
He leans closer and breathes me in. “The scent is even stronger now,” he says. “It’s perfect.”
He blows on me, making me shiver.
“Kiss me,” I say.
He looks up. His eyes are locked on mine.
“Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want your mouth on me,” I beg. “I want you to eat me out. I want to come on your tongue.”
He groans. It’s a guttural sound.
“Gladly,” he says.
And then he dives in.
He drags his tongue flat against my slit, licking up all the slick. He groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
He finds my clit and wraps his lips around it. When he sucks, I come undone.
The orgasm hits me fast, crashing through me. My thighs clamp around his head.
He doesn’t stop, working me through it and licking up every drop of slick that gushes out of me. When he finally pulls back, he just watches me tremble.
I’m gasping, my chest heaving, and the daisies are crushed beneath me.
He stands up, unbuckling his belt fully and shoving his jeans down. His cock springs free, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair, the head swollen and wet. He wraps a hand around himself and pumps—once, twice.
Looking down at my exposed pussy and the slick coating my thighs, he groans. He comes, the hot spurts landing on the daisies between my legs, white on white.
He milks himself dry, shuddering as his head falls back, then collapses beside me. He pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead, my nose, and my lips.
“Perfect,” he says.
I curl into him and rest my head on his chest. The breeze cools our sweat.
I smile. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
He laughs. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I was fifteen.”
