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“You’ve been thinking about that, have you?” she asks in a husky voice, giving a little rock of her body, because apparently she hasn’t driven me crazy enough for her satisfaction.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
“Is it what you imagine when you touch yourself?” she asks. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes bright, and she’s like a brilliant star, fallen to earth. One I’ve been lucky enough to find and collect, but part of me wonders if I’ll ever be able to keep her. Or if she’ll burn me up to ash. My dick is impartial to my potential future suffering. It knows what it wants and won’t waver.
“That,” I say, lifting up the bottom of her skirt. I know I should tell her we should wait, but in the back of my mind I’m aware that it would be a long wait. I need to search the apartment for bugs. The car. It would be hours. It’s selfish, but I can’t delay that long.
She helps me, shifting so she can get her skirt up and her panties down. I kiss the side of her face.
“I think of that, and the way you felt,” I continue, “clenching around my fingers in the dark, the feeling of touching you, of tasting you, when I couldn’t see anything—when the only thing I could focus on was you and how you felt and how I couldmakeyou feel. I fucking love that elevator. I want to build it a shrine and worship it.”
She laughs, but it becomes husky and deep as I touch her, running my fingers over the soft, trimmed curls to find where she’s wet for me. This view—of Mira on my lap with her skirt shoved up, her coat still on, her hair a mess from my hands—is the best view I’ve seen in my whole life. But I can think of one better.
“I’m going to set you down on the leaves,” I tell her.
“But I want to ride you,” she says, nearly pouting about it. And I can’t remember the last time a woman’s ever pouted because I haven’t given her my dick fast enough.
“Mira, it’s been so long…I’m probably going to come the instant I’m inside you. I need you to come too. I won’t accept anything less.”
“Oh, I’m going to come,” she says, reaching down for the button of my pants, then the zipper. It feels like an impossible, blessed relief, because my dick has been digging into them for hours, it feels like. “Can’t you feel how wet I am?”
Her hands wraps around me through my boxer briefs, tracing my dick through the fabric.
“I can do better.” I pick her up, earning a delighted squeal, and set her down carefully in the leaves. “I want you to come twice. Once for my mouth, and once for my dick.” More. But twice is the bare minimum I’ll accept from myself.
I shove my underwear down, and wrap a hand around my dick, giving it a pass with my palm, because she looks so goddamn delicious lying in that bed of leaves, surrounded by red and gold and green, and waiting for me to put my mouth on her. It reminds me of when she was lying on that bed last week, covered by nothing but a towel. My mind kept telling me how easy it would be to pull it off. To ask for the right to make her feel good.
“Thisis what I’ve been imagining,” she says, watching me, her pupils dilated. You with your hand around your dick. Thinking about me and making yourself come.”
“I’d prefer to give you other things to imagine.”
She’s up an incline, so I kneel farther down the slope, the leaves crackling around us, and bend to her. I push her underwear down further, past her knees, and prop her legs up on my shoulders, careful with her cast. Her skirt is hiked up at her waist. “Is this okay?” I ask, looking up at her from between her legs.
“Better than okay.” She runs a hand through my hair and grips. “You’re doing the gentleman thing again.”
“Would a gentleman do this?” I ask, then I do what I’ve been wanting to do since even before the elevator. Since, let’s be honest, the first time I met her and heard her smart mouth, saw her curvy ass and twinkling eyes, hereverything. I kiss my way up her inner thigh, and then I put my mouth to where she is, indeed, very wet for me.
I start out slow, learning her with my tongue and my lips, feeling what makes her moan and what makes her squirm. Listening to the sounds she makes and the little movements that show when she likes something or is neutral toward it. Adapting my motions to give her what makes her feel best. I’m in no hurry, because I would honestly prefer for this moment to stretch out forever.
“Don’t be a tease, Danny,” she moans, lifting her hips to me, and I’m smiling as I circle her clit with my tongue then take it into my mouth, sucking and flicking. I lift my fingers up, because I need to feel her again like this. I’ve dreamed of it. I’ve thought of it every single night as I went to bed alone and needy, my mind full of Mira. My whole body shakes with anticipation and need as I start fucking her with one finger, two, my mouth still working her, and she’s making a sound deep in her throat, her hips lifting to me. I know she’s going to come, and I do everything I can to absorb the moment. To save it for later.
When she whispers my name, the word strangled, I feel a moment of incredible satisfaction, of joy. Her body trembles beneath me, and she makes a sound I’m certain I’ll never forget, her body going rigid and then limp. I kiss her clit one last time, then the flesh just above her legs.
“How’d you learn to do that?” she asks, her eyes wide as I lower her legs to get a better look at her. “That was…”
I don’t say anything yet. I can’t. I lift her into my arms and carry her back to the bench, sitting and helping her straddle me, my straining dick captured between us.
I swallow, trying to regain composure. “Sometimes I fall down a rabbit hole, I guess you could say. When I was younger, I decided I was going to learn how to pleasure a woman. So I did my research.”
“With women?” she asks. Maybe I’m imagining it, maybe I only want it to be there, but I think there’s a hint of jealousy.
“Sometimes,” I admit. “Sometimes by reading.”
“And watching porn,” she says with a laugh, her eyes twinkling. She seems delighted by this, byme.
“Certain types. Most of it isn’t very informative.”
“Look at you, searching for informative porn. Why am I not surprised?” She rocks against me, her wet core an unendurable tease.
