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That was when I was sure he’d pull his pants down. Instead, he squeezed between me and the window, looking down at me.
“Scoot your chair back a couple of feet,” he said.
Hell if I knew what a couple of feet were. But I was five-foot-five. I figured it was the distance from my foot to my knee and awkwardly scooted back that far.
Almost as soon as I was settled, Brody was between my legs, pushing my skirt upward. Thank God I’d shaved my legs. That was the one thought I had as he slipped his index fingers under the bands on either side of my panties, tugging them downward. He made eye contact with me as he pushed my thighs apart and moved toward me.
As my skirt threatened to drop back toward him, I grabbed the hem and pulled it upward. The last thing I wanted was to discourage him from whatever he was about to do.
“You’re still holding your cake,” he said, pausing between my legs to stare up at me.
I looked down at the plate still in my right hand. There were another couple of bites on it. I couldn’t just toss it to the floor. I held it out to him and let him set it off to the side too. Maybe we could finish our desert naked in the aftermath of what was sure to be the most pleasure I’d ever known.
Brody grabbed my hips and tugged me downward a little. And then he leaned forward to taste me. I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly, I saw stars. Or maybe that was caused by what he was doing to me.
Then all thought disappeared as his tongue explored my folds, then found my most sensitive part. I cried out, remembering too late that we weren’t alone in this house.Hopefully, everyone was downstairs, but someone might be up here. I had to keep it down.
I clamped my mouth tightly shut and moved my hips as his tongue flitted over me, taking me higher and higher. At some point, I reached out with my free hand and grabbed the back of the chair. It was a move meant to ground me. I had to hold onto something as I lost control of the rest of my body.
His tongue was in control. My body was in his hands.
As waves of pleasure ripped through me, I gasped but managed to keep it to a whisper. And then he was looking up at me, eyebrows arched.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“You tell me,” I said. “You were the one tasting.”
Oh gosh, what had I just said? What if he didn’t like the taste of me? Was that a thing?
“Delicious,” he said. “Sweeter than the cake.”
I highly doubted that my juices were sweeter than a sugary dessert. I’d take the compliment, though.
“Now it’s your turn,” I said.
I dropped the skirt. It landed at my mid-thigh. Then I scooted forward on the chair and waited as he pushed himself to his feet.
He was an imposing figure in front of me. I felt tiny, seated in front of him like this, but his hands were at his sides, making it clear I was in control. His body was in my hands now.
His breaths came in quick, short spurts as I slid the button on his dress pants through the little hole. The sound of his breathing seemed to fill the room, encouraging me to keep going.
I lowered his zipper at an excruciatingly slow pace. One tooth at a time. Finally, I pushed his pants out of the way, dropping them to his thighs. Then I slid my fingers under the elastic band on his briefs and looked up at him. He was staring down at me,and the sight filled me with an emotion I’d never expected from my first time.
“I’ve never seen one of these before.”
The words slipped out. I was speaking more to myself than Brody, but of course he heard. His entire body stiffened in response.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
As the seconds ticked by and I remained silent, I felt my chances of doing this flying out that window behind him. I’d never felt this disappointed.
“I’m a virgin,” I said. “Pastor’s daughter. I was very... sheltered.”
That was putting it mildly. But he didn’t need to know the dirty details of my overbearing father and meek, eager-to-please mother. Maybe someday, but not right now.
“But you’re a grown woman now, living on your own in... Where do you live?’’
We hadn’t even discussed that yet. “Chicago. I grew up in Urbana, though.”
