She nods again, but not before she closes her mouth around my finger, sucking it as she trails her tongue along my skin. White spots dot the corners of my vision as I think about what it will feel like to be deep in her mouth, and when she leans forward to lick me from my balls to the tip, I let out a guttural groan. “Fuck, Peaches. You’re gonna make me come too early, aren’t you? What if I want to come in your sweet pussy instead?”
Layla circles the tip with her tongue, smiling devilishly. “You can come more than once, you know.”
“It’s more difficult for men to do that — Jesus Christ, Layla!” I choke out as she sucks my length into her mouth, all the way to the base. I knew her mouth would feel good, but this? This feels like paradise. She’s sucking at the perfect rate, dragging her tongue up and down, and I’m on the verge of an orgasm almost immediately. Less than a minute later, and I’m grunting through my release as shudders rack through my body. True to her word, Layla doesn’t miss one drop. I fall back onto the bed, panting. “Damn, woman. I didn’t even get a chance to tell you how I like it. You just seemed to know.”
She giggles, rising to stand as she wipes the corner of her mouth. “I hate to tell you this, but a lot of guys have the same spot they like. It’s like the G-spot for women. I’m sure you know the general area to find mine. On a related note, do you know where yours is?”
“In my ass, and no, we’re not searching for it tonight,” I answer dryly, still taking deep breaths.
“Dang,” she says, pouting adorably. “You’re taking all the fun out of this.”
Sitting up halfway, I grab her hand, pulling her down on top of me. “I think I can come up with other ways to have fun that don’t involve my asshole, and definitely have you coming more than once.”
“I’m all for my own orgasms,” she teases, her eyes sparkling. Sliding a hand into her hair, I pull her face down to mine, taking her lips in a deep kiss. She sighs into my mouth when my tongue skirts in to circle hers. “I can’t believe you want to kiss me after that.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask, puzzled.
“You came in my mouth.”
“So?”
“Most guys won’t kiss after that.”
“I’m not most guys.” I pause, thinking about her words. “But can we stop talking about your previous sex life? I don’t want to feel like I have to murder a bunch of assholes.”
“Well, you just came, so I’m expecting our first bout of intercourse to last less than thirty seconds because you won’t know how to go longer than that, unfortunately.”
“What?” I shout. Reaching up, I tickle her ribs. “I’ll have you know, I can last so much longer than thirty seconds.”
Layla shrieks, giggling as she falls to the side. I follow her, covering her body with mine. She tries to tickle me, but I grab her sides, tickling her again. “Stop! I’m too ticklish.”
I grab her hands, putting them above her head. “I’m not ticklish at all, not even my feet.”
“I feel like you’re lying,” she replies.
She’s right, but I’m not telling her that. Back to the original conversation. “I don’t care that I just came in your mouth. I’ll go down on you after I come in your pussy too. When I need my mouth on you, nothing will get in my way, Peaches.”
A quick intake of breath tells me she didn’t expect that answer. “That’s way hotter than it should be, Max.”
“Good.” Letting go of her hands, I climb to my knees, straddling her, and reach behind my neck to yank off my shirt. “You should know I’ll eat your ass too. I want my tongue on every delectable inch of this body. You got a problem with that?”
She lets out a low moan, shaking her head. “As long as I get to come, and you don’t bind my hands, I’m happy.”
I nod. “And no calling you a bad girl.”
Layla stills. “How did you know that?”
Fuck.
I’m not supposed to know that. Ground Man knows it, though.
I attempt to shrug nonchalantly, reaching forward to drag a hand down her clavicle, between her breasts. “You clearly have a praise kink, Lay. I just assumed you wouldn’t like being called a bad girl. You definitely want to be my good girl, though, don’t you?”
“I’m okay with good girl,” she finally answers, and I let out a slow exhale. I have to figure out a way to tell her I’m Ground Man, and I have to do it soon. This is getting so complicated, and I should stop this right now. But I can’t.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her up. “Arms up.”
When she complies, I pull her shirt up and off. A basic white bra awaits me, and while it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, it’s so perfectly Layla that I want to steal it. Keep it with me always so I can remember this night that I got to have her. “Please tell me your panties match this.”
