And it’s not just for her.
My hand stretches underneath me to reach between her legs, touching the spot on her inner thigh that had her revving the first time. She’s warm against my fingers, and when I look over my shoulder toward her feet, I see her toes curl.
I want to make her come so badly, and I think we’ve both done well enough that I can give us this reward.
“Is this your first time with a female?” My voice startles her despite the quiet tone I’m using.
“Yes,” she whispers, then she swallows, and I can hear the dryness in her throat.
“Do you trust me?” I’m nervous to hear the answer.
She tries to swallow again, but she can’t. I want to count the breaths she takes before answering, but before I can count the first one, she answers.
“I do.”
My head rolls back, and I can’t help the monster that takes over as I push myself between her legs and roll her shorts down over her hips.
“No panties,” I say, in a questioning yet accusing tone.
Despite her rapid breathing, she still manages a smile, and I can’t help but chuckle at this surprise.
She wants this. She is ready for me. No question about it.
I pull her shorts down to her ankles, and she lifts her feet from the bed, making it easier to toss them out of the way. Putting a hand on the inside of either thigh, I press just enough for her to let them drop to the bed, exposing her glistening pussy.
“Fuck, Vi,” I groan, leaning down and placing my tongue on the inside of her thigh.
She gasps, and I smile against her leg. I knew she thought I was going to dive right in, and that’s one of the joys of taking away her sight.
Sensory play for the win.
I lick up her leg, stopping at her crease and switching to the other side. I know she’s nervous, and for some odd reason, I am too. For as much experience as Ihave, this moment is the only one that feels like it matters. And the second I taste her, I know I’ll be ruined for any other woman.
Picking my head up before situating myself between her legs, I get a good look at her.
My jersey is wrapped around her eyes while her strawberry-blonde hair falls over her shoulders. The same shoulders that were exposed to me the first night I laid eyes on her. Her arms are stretched out on either side, hands gripping the hotel room blankets like she’s afraid to let go or she’ll float away. Her chest is pumping with each breath she takes to calm herself, and I’d love to know what’s going through her mind right now.
Then, I remember this is my game.
“Violet,” I whisper, my mouth close enough that she can feel the heat from my words on her center.
“Yes?” she whispers, the anticipation killing her.
“What’s going through your mind right now?”
She takes a few breaths and licks her dry lips. “I’m nervous,” she admits.
I’m glad that she’s willing to admit it.
“What are you nervous about?”
A loud exhale escapes her lips, and I know she’s considering how much to spill. She’s on the spot, unable to see me but knowing I can see her. And it’s a feeling that I never want her to forget.
I’m in control.
“I don’t know how to eat lady taco,” she blurts out, and my jaw goes slack as the shock of her words slam into me. I can’t even stop myself as I cackle with laughter, my forehead landing between her legs like it was created for me to use as a headrest.
“I cannot believe you just said that.” I’m still laughing.
