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“But—”
“No sex.” I pull her skirt just above her knees and caress the silky skin of her thighs, which are pressed together, betraying her nerves. “But we could mess around.”
Working my hand farther under her skirt, I slide my fingers over the top of her thigh. No one can see. I watch her expression. She’s considering it.
“Can you make me…come.”
The sweetest words ever spoken. I lean my lips to her ear, forcing her to look at the people in the bar. “No one’s watching us. Open your legs for me.”
She relaxes but they’re still pressed against one another.
I brush my fingers over her panties. Cotton. What a fucking innocent angel. I kiss her neck and nip at her earlobe. “Do you trust me with your virgin pussy?”
Her head nods against my lips. “I trust you.”
“Act like nothing’s happening.” Wrapping one of my feet around hers, I use it and my hand to pull her leg wider. “I wish I could see how pretty you are spread for me. Take a drink if you need to.”
Her hand flies to her cup and she takes a sip, but when I lower my strokes over the cotton, she gasps, hovering the cup at her lips. She’s soaked. I’d love to sink below this table and drink her.
I lift my hand, casually placing it in front of my mouth, and intoxicate myself with her scent.
She lowers her glass but only makes it halfway to the table as she watches.
Easing my tongue out, I casually lick one finger then another. I’m already addicted. “You’re mine.”
I return my hand to her sodden panties. Her honey is still on my tongue, it’s infiltrated my senses. Each little circle I make over her clit, through her panties, releases little moans. It’s too much. I try to hold back but she’s driving me crazy and my cock is swelling. This can’t be happening.
I drop my lips to hers, and my other hand reaches behind her, holding her head tightly against me while I tongue fuck her mouth. I need all of her. I’m flying right past the point of no return. An orgasm rips through me so hard, I can’t think. Can’t make sure she’s coming too.
All I can do is release. In my motherfucking pants. Warm streams coat my thigh, roll down it. I can’t keep up the kisses, and have to drop my head, resting it beside hers. My innocent angel doesn’t understand what’s happening. I hope.
I can spill a drink in my lap or something. My brothers will be relentless if they catch on.
Dragging myself from the euphoria, I have to make this right. Refusing to let myself bask in the afterglow when I blew like a teenager, I focus on her.
“You ready?” My question pulls her gaze to me.
Her shallow breaths, make her answer quick. “I do.”
“If you need to stop for any reason, let me know.”
“I will.”
With directed pressure and plenty of natural slickness, I settle on her clit through the cotton.
“Oh.” Her hand flies to mine and I freeze.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, it just felt so much better than when I do it.”
That comment about makes my ego blow. She’s going to be the death of me.
“Lean into me. I drape my arm around her, pull her body close, let her head rest on my chest, and resume.
Every shudder and shake of her body ripples through mine. Every gasp and tiny moan fill my ears and my soul with happiness. And when her body tenses, I respond to every buck and angle of her hips, making sure she rides the entirety of her climax until she sinks into my side.
Dragging my hand onto her thigh, I rest it there, owning her, and wondering how the heavens chose me to care for this angel.
