Page 30 of See Through

“Want? Yes. Need?” She's practically out of breath. “Also yes. I can’t stop thinking about⁠—”

“I know, baby, I know.” I spread her legs a little wider, still on my knees in front of her. “You’re not wearing those things with your skirt this time.”

“Stockings? No, I’m not. Why does that matter?”

“Lean back on the counter, baby,” I tell her, and she listens so fucking well. I bite the skin of her legs, pressing my lips to every inch of her I can. “I think I have something else I want for dinner tonight.”

“Whatever you made smells good.”

“But?” I ask, her eyes meeting mine as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“But I had an ulterior motive coming over here.”

“What might that be?” I want to hear her say it. I want to hear her say she needs me. I want to hear her say she wants me to stop the aching she can’t seem to get rid of. My dick is already throbbing against my jeans, and had I known this was how it was going to go as soon as she got here, I would have waited to cook.

I’m not complaining, though. I like cold pizza too.

“I want to feel you.” Her hand drags through my hair, her nails scraping against my head as she reaches for the bun that’s always in my hair and pulls on it. I can’t help the sound that escapes my mouth. “I want to hear you enjoy yourself while you eat.”

“Fucking hell.” My entire body comes to life. I never knew she would be like this—so vocal about what she needs from me. I’ve imagined this scenario dozens of times, but hearing it in real time is making me lose control. “I⁠—”

“What?” Her nails scrape against my scalp as she opens her legs further. She’s not wearing any underwear either. I’m so screwed. “Too much for you to handle?”

“Not at all,” my lips graze against her ankle as I take one of her legs and set it on my shoulder, the other one dangling from the counter. My fingers graze her skin as she scooches to the edge of the counter. “Lift your skirt for me, baby.”

She complies, lifting her brown skirt above her hips, my hands digging into her thighs as I settle in, ready to devour my beautiful girl. I want to hear her moan my name all night, dinner be damned.

“Dean—”

“My girlfriend is so needy for me, huh?” I slide my fingers up to her mouth. “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.”

Her eyes lock on mine, my dick still throbbing, but I’m not worried about myself right now. I want to take my time with her. I’ve thought about this moment for a little too long. I really shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“How long I’ve waited for this.” There’s no point in lying. “I always knew the real thing would be beyond my wildest dreams.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm. I want to savor every minute of this, so don’t you dare hide any sounds or screams from me. I want to memorize every inch of you. I want to know exactly what makes you squirm. I want to know what makes you wet, what makes you ache, every,” I bite the inner part of her thigh, “single thing. Don’t hold back.”

“I won’t.” She yanks on my hair. “Don’t you hold back either. I promise, I can handle anything you want to do to me, Dean.”

“Got it. Now lie back and let me enjoy my dinner.” I grab behind her knees, my fingers sliding into her already-wet pussy. I pump slowly at first, letting her get used to it before I overwhelm her.

“Dean,” she moans my name, and that is officially the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. “I want more.”

“You’ll get more. Just be patient, baby. I’m going to enjoy pulling those beautiful moans out of your mouth.”

“You’re going to regret this later.” She smirks as I up my pace, my tongue now buried in her sweet cunt. “Oh, God.”

“Not God. Dean, baby. I’m the one making you feel this good.”

My fingers keep pumping, my tongue swirling around her clit, gently sucking on it while her legs squirm against my shoulders. God, she tastes like something I’ve been waiting for my whole life. Hell, she’s basically who I’ve been waiting for, lusting after, staring at for years, hoping and waiting for her to notice me.

Now, my tongue is buried inside her, and I’m wondering how many times I can hear her moan my name. Her back starts to arch off the counter, and before she lets go and drowns me, I stop.

She groans just how I knew she would, but I’ve waited this long to have her. I can wait a little more.