First, I undress her, taking the time to kiss her pebbled nipples until she moans before I push her skirt down her hips.
She’s so perfect and innocent and mine, lying there in nothing but cotton panties. Spreading her legs, I brush a finger down the damp spot where the thin fabric clings to her pussy.
Mollie has no idea how much I’ve fantasized about this moment. “So beautiful…”
Using two fingers, I pull her underwear down and press my face to her inner thigh. God, she smells good. Vanilla, citrus, and the faint promise of sex. I breathe her in and she makes a needy sound. "Alex," she says, writhing. "Please."
"I've got you," I tell her. Dragging my tongue up her seam, I steady her hips when she tries to come up off the bed. “You’re so wet, Freckles. So hot for me.”
“Yes, Alex.” She digs her hands into my hair with a moan. “Fuck, baby.”
The pet name on her lips sounds better than any I’ve ever heard.
I part her puffy pink lips with a finger, and slurp at her pussy, making her shudder. Circling my tongue around her clit in lazy laps, I’m rewarded by a garbled groan. Her hips roll as I set a rhythm, chasing that fora minute, then disturb it by teasing her channel with my finger.
“Oh. Oh. Omigod,” she whispers.
Smiling and slurping and sucking, I run that finger down, tracing the moisture that slips from her pussy toward her asshole.
“Alex!!” Her hands tighten in my hair, tugging me away.
I don’t stop, circling her tight bud. “Have I ever done anything that you didn’t like, Freckles?”
Mollie swallows, jerking her head tightly side to side. “N-no…”
“Then let me work. I know your little pussy is throbbing and excited, but this will open you up, get you nice and sloppy for me. I don’t know if you noticed, but I have a huge cock.”
“Fuck,” she moans. “I keep thinking about you being the first man who I ever come with when your big cock is deep in my pussy, stretching me out…”
Her words are unexpectedly filthy. I groan and slip the tip of my finger in the pucker of her ass. She tightens up, making me murmur, “Relax into my touch.”
Sucking on her clit does get her ass to relax so I can work a big finger in and out of her body, finally loosening it enough that I can fuck her properly. She lets out a string of inaudible moans and gasps as I flick my tongue over her clit. I sink my finger deep and she grunts.
“Oh god. Alex?—"
She tastes exactly the way I knew she would and I lose myself in it completely, learning every response, cataloguing every sound. I set a punishing rhythm and she rolls her hips, desperate, horny, her hands in my hair trying to bring me closer.
Her thighs tighten around my head and I grab her, holding them open because I'm not finished. She doesn't get to rush this, not tonight, not after three years.
"Alex," she says, different now, urgent. "Oh god, Alex, I need you to?—"
I know. I feel her convulsing around my finger before she comes apart with her fist in my hair and my name in her mouth. I feel it in my chest, my spine, everywhere. I work her through it, fucking her ass with my finger until she pushes weakly at my hand. Then I withdraw and kiss her quivering pussy one more time. “Fuck, Alex…”
That’s what I love to hear.
Mollie’s still shaking when I work my way back up her body. I let her run her hands over my chest, my back, slip under my sweats to grip my ass. I’m hard as fuck, my tip leaking. All I can think of is being inside her, but I won’t rush.
Mollie is too fucking special for that. She’s too pure, our connection too raw.
"My boyfriend," she says softly, almost to herself, her palms flat on my chest. "God, you're unreal."
Something about that word in her mouth does something catastrophic to my brain. I press my forehead to hers and just breathe.
"Say that again," I tell her.
She tilts her head, a small smile appearing. "My boyfriend?"
"Yeah." I kiss her, slow and deep. "Again."
