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She smiled, the tension easing slightly from her face.
“Okay.”
With that, I dropped back to my knees and held her thighs apart. Her fingers were gripping so tightly against the stools that they were turning white. I just had to release the tension, so I worked quickly.
Pressing my lips against the top of her panties, I pointed my tongue and licked at her through the fabric. She yelped in surprise but didn’t back away. Instead, she started letting out these low, breathy moans, her hips dipping closer.
I already knew she'd taste delicious. Her smell was heady and as I worked my tongue harder, the fabric moved around, revealing her delectable pussy that I'd only ever felt with my fingers.
I’d never pushed her because I wanted her to be comfortable with everything we did, and even though she was nervous now, I could see the wanton look in her eyes. She wanted this.
And I wanted to finally see all of her.
Licking at the sides of her panties, I looked up, only to be met with her eyes squarely focused on me. Her chest was heaving now, but then she quickly frowned. “Do you hate it?” she asked, her breath drawing.
“Far from it. You taste delicious.” I didn't bother talking anymore, I just went straight for it, and licked her slit from the top to her center.
Her whole body went rigid, but I kept going. Gently lapping at her folds, twirling her clit against my tongue and making sure I left no area untouched.
She was delicious, and perfect, and… to be honest, I didn't know enough adjectives to describe how hot it was watching her take in the feeling of being eaten out for the first time.
With her nose crinkled, she had her eyes shut, and every time I circled her clit with my tongue, she took in a sharp breath.
“Tanner, it feels…” I didn't let her finish the sentence before I dipped my tongue inside her.
Gripping onto the chair for dear life, I was thankful the barstool had a back, because I was certain she'd fall off any minute if I kept going at this pace. I moved my hands to her legs, gripping them, and held her in place as I lapped against her delicate pussy.
I wanted to stay down here, but as I pushed a finger inside her, I knew she wouldn’t take long. She wasn’t used to so much stimulation at once, and I was looking forward to watching her fall apart.
Her hips were chasing my fingers, and I could feel her clenching around me, so I added another one, chasing her moans with the hopes I could make her scream. Lapping at her clit, I didn’t let up. I just kept licking and swirling and sucking until her hips stopped moving. Then I went harder than before, feeling her crash all around me.
She slumped against the kitchen counter, her whole body suddenly turning to jelly as she groaned. I was still firmly inside her opened legs, and I didn’t want to move, but I needed to check on her. Kissing Aster’s heated flesh one last time before pulling the wet fabric over her core, I moved away. In hindsight, eating her out before dinner probably wasn't the smartest move, because now all I was going to be thinking about was what I'd rather be eating than the chicken.
Standing, I kissed her on the lips, and she moved with me to deepen it. I was guessing she was too delirious to realize that she could taste herself, but I was happy with that. I wanted her to feel good, so I kept kissing her.
“I don't know what to say,” she wisped out.
“Well, there's a first time for everything.”
She rolled her eyes, slapping me on the shoulder before resting her forehead against my chest. “That was…”
“What?”
“Amazing.”
“Believe me, the pleasure was all mine. Hopefully, you'll let me do it again sometime.”
She gave me a meek smile. “Maybe,” she replied quietly. “But right now, I'd really like to have your dinner since it smells delicious, and I'm pretty sure there's serious potential that it's burned.”
Burned?
That's when my brain registered the buzzing in the room. I thought it was in my head from all the adrenaline, but it was actually the oven.
“Oh, shit.” I reluctantly rushed away from her, making my way around the counter, grabbed the oven mitts, and took the food out of the oven.
I closed my eyes as I waved the smoke away, placing it on the counter and checking it out. “I think it’s still edible if you’d like to try some?”
“Of course I want to. No guy has ever cooked me dinner before.”
