Page 31 of One Bet

Oh God, nothing in the world sounded as perfect as the way she said my name. Nothing felt better than her body against me. Nothing tasted as sweet as her nipple in my mouth. I swirled my tongue, and she writhed again. When I bit down softly, she arched her back and ran her hand through my hair, holding my head against her breast.

My heart thumped like a big bass drum, and my dick strained against my pants, but I couldn’t dare set it free yet. I wanted to make this good for her, so good she never wanted anyone else, and giving in to my dick right now would end this too quickly.

I sat up, and she whimpered until I disentangled her legs and pushed them apart then kissed my way down her body to her panties, delectable scraps of silk and lace, but they had to go. When she reached for me, I took her hands and laced our fingers together as I continued to kiss my way across her lower belly and down each thigh.

Her panting came harder, and I let go of one hand to graze her clit with the back of my finger. She arched her back and squeezed the hand still tangled with hers.

“Keaton.” She whispered my name again, then moaned when I trailed my tongue over her panties. “Oh, baby.”

And then… “Take my panties off. Lick my pussy.”

Loud.

“Oh yes, baby.”

I stuttered to a stop and she tensed again, then pulled away. I reached for her, but she twisted away. “Avery.”

“That was wrong, wasn’t it? Fucking porn.” She shook her head, scowled, then sighed and covered her face with her hand.

And just when I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder, she pulled out the porn card. “You watched porn?”

My palm itched to feel the weight of her breast. I curled my fingers into a fist.

She nodded. “I wanted to know what to expect. What you expected.” She hid her face again, then turned away so that I had a nice view of her backside. I didn’t want to scare her with my hard-on which was probably going to be a permanent fixture in my pants until the day I died, but I scooted closer to hold her and gasped when it rubbed against her ass.

“They always say, ‘lick my pussy’ and ‘oh yeah, baby.’ Always.” Hearing her say it made me want to do it and my dick was to the point of pain it was so hard.

“Is that what you want me to do?” I kissed her shoulder and splayed my hand over her ribcage so that my thumb brushed the bottom of her breast.

“I don’t know, all I know is, I’m embarrassed.” Her voice went thin, lost the huskiness of a moment ago. She buried her face in the pillow but kept her body aligned with mine and I let my hand drift a little higher.

Damn. I had to save this, for both of us. “I’m going to touch you, and if you want me to stop, you just say stop. No questions, no worries.”

Fuck, I didn’t want her to tell me to quit, especially when she let me circle her nipple with the pad of my index finger. She inhaled on a gasp and exhaled on a moan.

“Is that okay?” She nodded and I kissed her shoulder. “Good.”

I let my hand slide along her stomach to the waistband of those delicious panties, then over the fabric covering her. There was no way I could touch her without coming in my damned pants, so I moved my hand to knead her thigh. She twisted, pushing me onto my back with her half on top of me, one leg thrown over my hip, the other as leverage against the bed while she ground her ass against my dick and guided my hand inside her panties.

Holy.

Fuck.

She was tight and wet, and I wanted her so bad I couldn’t think. Especially when she moved to sit between my legs and pulled me up behind her. Holy shit. She’d moved the mirror to the end of the bed, and I could see us over her shoulder, my hand in her panties, hers pinching and twisting her nipples.

My dick throbbed against my zipper, but I wanted to give her everything. Every single fantasy she’d ever had. And it occurred to me right then and for the first time in my life, that she’d watched porn and I might not…measure up to her expectations. It wasn’t enough to make my dick soft, but my brain stopped cooperating. Thank fuck she didn’t have much experience to make a comparison.

I moved from behind her and smiled when she whimpered and reached for me. I walked around the edge of the bed and leaned over her to kiss her belly and slide my hands under her knees to pull her to the end of the bed with her lower legs hanging over.

“Take these off.” I ran my knuckles over the panties, and she moaned and pulled the side ties at the same time and I yanked the fabric out from under her. I could see the moisture, wanted to taste her, wanted her to watch me. I pushed her legs apart wide and kissed the inside of each thigh while I trailed a finger from her clit down to her entrance and back up. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I let my tongue follow the same path while I slipped the tip of my finger inside her.

So tight, I almost came right then thinking of her pussy squeezing my cock. She laid back, and I lifted my head. “Watch me.”

She leaned up on one elbow and threaded her fingers through my hair as I slid my tongue in and out of her then swiped upward.

“Keaton.” She curled her fingers and tugged my hair. “Should I come? Or should I…wait?” There wouldn’t be any waiting. There would be moaning and screaming maybe, but not waiting. She tightened her thighs around my head and held me as she writhed and cried out, as I tasted the sweet, saltiness of her. “Oh shit! Oh, fuck! Oh shit!”

Definitely screaming, it was so hot, I couldn’t take any more.