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I pull her back off the wall or window or whatever the fuck her body is against right now. All I can think about is getting her in my bed. Lucky for me, I back up five steps and I am falling onto it.
As I lay with her on top of me, her thighs around my abdomen and her lips already swollen from my stubble, the glow of the windows makes her look angelic. I want to worship her by inflicting every sin I can think of.
She plants her hands on my chest and slides her body back down my legs before reaching for my fly. She makes quick work of the buttons there and then she is tugging them down just enough to remove the bulge from my boxers.
Her eyes meet mines she takes the tip into her mouth and fuck getting sucked off by an angel is heavenly. Take me to church, I’m sold, I’m a new believer.
I can’t let her keep this control though. She has owned my body before and I want a turn. Against my better judgment, I pull her off my cock, flipping her onto her back. Her golden braids were like tangled rope against my white sheets.
Have you ever seen Ten Things I Hate About You? When I was a horny teenager and they were raiding the bedroom one line stuck in my head. Black panties meant she wanted to have sex. So imagine my surprise when I pull up Carter's shirt, exposing her center and it’s cloaked in black.
She wanted this, whether she planned it or not is irrelevant. Deep down in her mind, she was hoping I would see these. Fuck if I don’t feel weirdly honored that I am getting to not only see them but peel them off her.
I run my face along her thigh as I hook my thumbs under the waistband and she giggles. She fucking laughs! This is so not the time a guy wants the chick in his bed to be laughing.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. It’s just…I had this…dream once. About how your scruff would feel on my skin and I didn’t do it justice at all.”
“Did you just confess to having a sex dream about me?” I am dying to know the answer.
“Okay, maybe dream was the wrong word. I was…awake.”
Holy shit. Not only is she confessing the ever-taboo female masturbation. But that I was the star of her dirty little fantasy. My dick could punch through this mattress and the concrete floor under it.
“Did you make yourself come thinking of me?" Please fucking say yes.
“You might have made an appearance. In a situation pretty close to this actually.”
Her shirt and her cheeks are almost the same shade of red. How could she possibly be embarrassed by the sexiest thing she could have ever told me?
“Tell me who does it better…” I whisper as I lick along her inner thigh, feeling the friction between the bumps on my tongue and the gooseflesh covering her skin. “Me or the version of me you imagined.”
I make quick work of her panties, tugging them off, feeling their dampness as I push them into my back pocket without thinking. Not as a trophy, but as a souvenir. Like the knickknacks you get when you visit a place you might never get a chance to go again.
My tongue rides against her inner thigh again only this time there is no fabric to stop me when I reach her pussy. Morning sunlight glistens off her wet entrance and I want to taste if it is as sweet as her mouth.
I lick long and slow, savoring it like the first ice cream cone of the summer. My fingers trail along her thighs, feeling every shudder as she starts singing her pleasure song, every moan a beautiful note from her lips.
Her fingers are back in my hair, attempting to guide me harder, her pussy already greedy for me.
“Focus, Carter,” I breathe against her core. “I want the first time I see you come to be while I am inside you. So don’t let my tongue take it.”
“It’s been a while since someone touched me like this,” she breathes as a confession. “I can’t promise I won’t.”
“If it gets too intense, if you get too close to the cliff, pull me off. I’m serious.”
She nods and it takes everything in me to not bring her to the edge right now. I am selfish and I want to feel that damn break around me.
I feel her moving under me while my tongue teases her folds, exploring her every nook. I glance my eyes up and fuck, she has one of her tits out, her fingertips teasing her perfect tight nipple. It’s the same color as her lips before I made them swollen and red.
I move my fingers to where hers are playing and remove them. She moans in frustration rather than pleasure, but when she feels my tongue moistening the tips, she changes her tone. With her fingers now damp with my saliva, I push them back to her nipple, and fuck I am in so much trouble.
You’renotateenageboy getting touched for the first time, Carter. Keep it together. Focus. It doesn’t feel good anyways.
Lies.
Total lies.
I feel exactly like a teenager figuring out that if you rub yourself just right you can make sparks fly behind your eyelids. When I try and focus on anything but him, he changes his rhythm and position and ignites me all over again.
