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“I thought you might still be awake,” he says. His words are muffled but I can still hear him perfectly. I hate that his voice sends a thrill through me.
I put my back to the wall and don’t say anything.
“Why did you run away?” he asks.
There’s a hard knot in my throat. I try to swallow it down. I can’t find my words around it, so I remain silent.
He chuckles dryly, then sighs. “I’m sorry if you’re regretting what happened. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken things so far. I never meant to do anything that would upset you. I was sure you liked me—”
I cut him off. “I do like you.” My heart hammers in my chest. “It’s complicated.”
“Everything is until it isn’t,” he says.
“What were you doing? What took you so long to come back to the house?” I hate how accusatory the words sound, but I need to know, or I will never get to sleep.
I hear him chuckle. “Are you jealous?”
“You know what, never mind,” I say. I crawl under the covers and close my eyes, angry at myself for letting my emotions get the best of me in such an obvious way.
My bedroom door opens suddenly. I startle and sit up, holding my blanket tight to my nearly naked body.
The glow of the dying fire I’d built casts a large shadow of his body and makes his skin radiant. He climbs onto the bed, his eyes hot, gazing into mine as he pins me against the headboard. My whole body trembles with fear and excitement. Again, my pussy throbs and unleashes a torrent of wetness that drips down my skin.
“Admit you were jealous,” he says. I refuse to admit it. I don’t want to feel like a bigger fool than I already do. “You like me, you want me. So why not just give in? I can only hold on for so long. Why the games?”
My breath shivers out of me.
“What are you hiding?” he asks.
I swallow hard. “I’m a virgin.”
He sits back a little, his face contorted with confusion as if he’s trying to fathom how that could possibly be true. He closes his eyes and makes a groaning sound. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair. “I heard your friends say it earlier, but I didn’t believe it.”
I think he’s upset but I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell.
But then he leans forward, looks me in the eyes and I see no anger. Only hunger. He kisses me hard, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my face closer to his. His eager tongue finds mine. We explore each other’s mouths, tasting, touching, breathing.
He pulls away and crawls under the covers. I gasp as he rips away my panties, leaving me completely naked. His movements are so quick I hardly have time to register what’s happening until I feel his glorious tongue on my bare skin.
I let out a loud moan, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I feel the slippery softness of his tongue gliding across the sensitive skin of my pussy. Part of me is terrified. No one’s face has ever been down there before, and all kinds of frightening thoughts cross my mind. What if I didn’t wax well enough, what if I’m not clean enough, what if I’m too wet? My instinct is to be embarrassed, but the feelings he’s giving me far outweigh any impulse for me to tell him to stop.
Fuck, it feels so good. My hips move involuntarily, humping his face. I want to see what he’s doing, so I throw the blanket off, exposing him and myself. His stormy eyes gaze up at me with pure lust as I watch his tongue swirl in slow circles around my clit. My whole body pulses. I feel the familiar pressure of an orgasm, but he moves slow enough to keep it at bay. Right now he’s giving me pure pleasure and seems in no hurry to make it stop.
He sits up, his eyes never leaving my face. “Your tight pussy tastes so good.” He licks his lips for emphasis. “You think I could ever be with someone else after you?”
I shrug.
“You’re crazy if you believe that. I went for a walk after I left the club. My cock was so hard it was painful.” He laughs. “I’ve never felt blue balls like that before.”
He hovers over me, his finger tracing the outer lips of my pussy. Then he finds my hole and slowly pushes it in. My hips lift off the bed and I grasp the sheets in tight fists.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as that insane feeling, the same one from the club, comes back. I feel the wetness spilling out of me. His finger slides in and out, a piston in a hotrod. Then he adds another and I’m positive I will combust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry. My brain is too dumb right now to think of anything else to say.
