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“This isn’t the place I want you to use that key on…but I also wouldn’t mind waking up to you every day. Or nearly every day…whatever you’re comfortable with. You can always go back home, but this would be nice too.”
Her hands tangled together at my neck, her pink lips spread over white teeth, smiling brightly. She didn’t know because I was too chickenshit to tell her, but seeing her smile nearly robbed me of breath. Holding her was the only dream I had at present, and I knew that was pathetic as fuck, but she’d been it for me for so long, I had no idea what would ever compare. I wasn’t eager to find out, either. If I could have her and just support whatever dreams or aspirations she had, I’d be the happiest man alive.
“What would we do when we wake up? Would we be that couple that just get out of bed, or would we—”
I cut her off by tilting her backward and shoving her shirt up.
My tongue trailed over her belly button and lower to where her shorts buttoned. I tugged the copper tab and then slid the zipper down before responding.
“We would never be that couple, Callie.” My fingers gathered at her hips and tugged her jean shorts down until she was just in her blue thong.
She watched as my nose trailed over her slit, inhaling her scent. When I’d first gone down on her and spread her puffy pussy lips with my tongue, she freaked over me smelling her, but fuck, she didn’t realize what it did to me. My cock was currently granite in my jeans as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“What sort of couple would we be then?” Her question was breathy and held the smallest hint of excitement.
With my finger, I pulled her underwear to the side and groaned a curse.
She was glistening, her slit wet and ready for me.
“Well, I can’t speak for you, but I know for me, I plan to start every morning like this, my nose in your cunt.” I bent down and inhaled again.Fuckkkkkkkkk.
With my tongue, I slowly trailed up the length of her center without parting her.
“Each morning, I’d be buried inside you, until you screamed.”
Pressing a kiss to her mound, I used my tongue to part her slit and lick slowly along her heat, drawing a moan from her. She loved when I went down on her now.
It took some time to get her used to it, just like it took me some time getting used to her taking me in her mouth, but we were adjusting. I was working on not blowing my load five fucking seconds after she started. Mostly, I savored her sounds and took her sultry moans, hoarding them like a fucking dragon would treasure. I loved her reaction to me, to everything and anything I did.
“Then what?” she asked, her voice cracking as her fingers dug into my hair.
I circled her clit and sucked, making her cry out.
“Then this,” I muttered, adding two fingers to her slickness, sinking them into her pussy. My thumb found her clit, and I began to finger fuck her, watching her face as she fell apart under my touch. I knew if I moved my wrist fast enough, I could make her soak the counter, but I also knew she became too sensitive for my cock when I did that. So, I slowed my movements and kept applying pressure to her clit.
“But what if I want more than this every morning?” she asked, spreading her thighs wider. “What if I want dick every single morning, Wes? What if I become this unhinged fan, desperate for you to fill me up and fuck me every morning?”
The things she did to me with that mouth.
“Then that’s exactly what you’ll get,” I promised before diving in with my tongue once more to make her come. Her heels dug into my back as I sucked and licked, and her fingers pulled at my hair, but within minutes, she was fucking my face without holding anything back, rocking her hips and then falling to pieces under me as she shouted out my name with a string of curses.
I gently kissed her stomach and smiled up at her.
“You ready to go to bed?”
The way she smiled back at me would stick with me forever. Pink, plump lips, white teeth, glowing olive skin, and that dark hair swaying as she let me touch her.
“Never been more ready for anything in my life.”
We both laughed as I picked her up and carried her to the room. Our room.
“First, let’s do something!” she said excitedly. I let her down from my arms as she ran over to her purse, her ass swaying in that thong as she pulled something out.
“Let’s hang this up, as a good luck token.” She held the key I’d given her when we were fifteen, making my heart stutter.
“You just carry that with you?”
She laughed, pressing the metal to her lips. “If I could ink it into my skin and carry it as a constant reminder that one day we’d be married and a happy family, I’d do it, Wes. For now, it hangs out on my keychain.”
