“You’re going to have to be quiet, Scar. Do you think you can do that for me?” I ask as both of my hands search around her ass, her arms resting on my shoulders.
“I’m starting to think I won’t have a problem keeping quiet at this-” Her words cut off when I slipped my hand around from her ass to her panties where she’s already wet and waiting for me. I’ve dreamt about this for fucking years, but nothing is compared to the real thing. “Oh mygod,” she whines, her voice trembling.
“What was that, pretty girl?” I murmur into the side of her neck, my fingers light against the fabric of her panties. “It’s funny, actually. You were about to shit talk me, but you’re the one who is this wet and I’ve not even done anything yet.”
“On. Your. Knees.Now,” she demands, her breathing choppy. I tease her again and she gasps, tilting her head back and it gives me the perfect view of her pretty throat, all flushed and hot that I can’t help but kiss her there.
“You know what? I think my view from here is pretty good,” I say, repeating her words back to her.
“I’d prefer my view to be of your face between my thighs with your mouth glistening. How about that?” she argues, urging my shoulders down as I slowly sink to the floor. I run my hands down her thighs as I go down until I’m kneeling in front of her.
I want to die in this position.
“You really have a way with words, Angel,” I murmur, stroking my thumb on the inside of her thigh. “You’re a smart girl, Scarlett. Very smart, in fact. But you’ve got to promise me you’ll be good and keep quiet, so we don’t get kicked out.”
I lift her skirt up, using her panties to rub against her pretty pussy as I swallow, trying to keep my composure.
“Ev,” she whimpers. Not the answer I was looking for, but the sound sends waves pulsing straight down to my dick. We could get caught any minute, but for some reason that thought only makes me want this more because I’ll be the one pushing her over the edge, and I want to see how far she’ll go.
“Scarlett,” I press, my tone light and teasing as I look up at her. She’s not looking at me, though. Her head is tilted up, her hands gripping onto the lower bookshelves behind her as her ass presses into it. I rub the fabric against her again, urging her to look at me. She sighs, shuddering, finally looking down Her tongue darts out, running against her bottom lip, her chest heaving.
She's a fucking sight.
“I’ll be good,” she pants. “I promise.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I reply. I tug on the waistband of her panties. “Can I take these off now?” She nods eagerly and I take my time easing the material off her until it falls to her ankles.
I’ve not fooled around with many girls and Scarlett has a lot more experience than me, so I try not to let my anxieties show as I swipe my thumb over her swollen clit. Her thighs shake at the sensation, her whole body being completely responsive to me. So sensitive. I run two fingers over her flesh again, loving the soft, needy, and sweet sounds coming out of her mouth.
She needs me to do more and I'm sure as hell going to give it to her.
I tap on my shoulder. “Put your leg up here, sweetheart.”
“No,” she pants. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I ask, still teasing her while goosebumps spread across her legs.
“Because it’ll feel too good,” she admits. Pride warms my chest. I’m hardly doing anything to her. Fuck. It turns me on just how easily she can come undone. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, Evan, but…Oh myGod.”
I laugh a little. “It’s because you’ve been dreaming about this, Angel. I can tell. You’ve wanted me as much as I want you and now, you’re finally having it,” I explain. She doesn’t argue. She does hook her leg over my shoulder though, her underwear hanging on the foot on the ground, giving me the perfect angle and view of her bare pussy.
I can’t help myself anymore, so I collect her arousal with my finger, circling her clit before slowly pushing one of my fingers inside of her.
We both freeze.
This is it. We’ve officially crossed that line and I couldn’t be happier about finally doing what I’ve been thinking about for years.
I know how big my fingers are and I can tell just how much I fill her by the way she clenches around me, her body lurching forward a little. I pump my finger in and out of her in a practised motion, watching the way her body reacts to mine.
Her leg trembles on my shoulder and I use it as ammunition to press my mouth to her.
Our reactions are both the same.
Pure and utter pleasure.
Everything about her tastes so good to me. So fucking sweet. I lay my tongue flat against her, her whole body trembles as she grips onto the shelf, causing it to shake. She’s doing as I told, keeping quiet, but what’s worse is that she’s letting out these soft, half-moans, whimpering and gasping, which only spurs me on more.
I continue pumping in and out of her, hitting the spots that I know will tip her over, dying to find out how her body will react when she finally does. My tongue moves seamlessly with my fingers, sucking and licking like I’m starved. For her, I have been. Wanting someone – no,needingthem – and then finally having them is a different kind ofeuphoria.
