Emotion flooded her as he touched the daily reminder of her shame and stupidity. He didn’t see them that way.
He opened his eyes, those deep blue eyes, and kept his gaze on hers as he kissed a little higher. Using his body to open her thighs up, exposing her pu**y to him right at face level. She swallowed past her fear and discomfort and reached out slowly, her fingers tunneling into that thick, soft hair.
“Higher,” she whispered, not knowing how the words she’d been thinking had escaped.
Up he went, dropping kisses against the hypersensitive skin of her inner thighs. Every once in a while he’d stop and lave his tongue over a patch of freckles, which melted her insides for more than one reason. How something so sweet could also be so ridiculously hot, she didn’t know.
But it was.
He slowed just an inch away from her pu**y, and she couldn’t stop her annoyed sigh.
“What now?” he asked, his grin so wicked she nearly came just looking at it.
Was he going to make her say it? She debated just letting it go. It wasn’t like she’d been given o**l s*x in a really long time, so she couldn’t really miss it. She could easily ask him to be inside her.
“If you can’t say it out loud yet, just nod or shake your head when I say it. Okay?” He added that last bit, she realized, holding back a smile.
She nodded her head.
“Would you like me to lick this beautiful pu**y until you come?”
Hearing the words come from his mouth, knowing they were about her, made her weak in the knees. Left her dizzy and titillated. Outside a p**n o flick, she’d never actually heard a man say it in that voice, much less to her.
When she nodded, she hoped she didn’t look as eager as she felt.
“Scoot to the edge of the chair,” he said, pulling her hips gently, helping her get into place. “There.” He spread her labia open and looked at the heart of her. The intimacy of it, the depth of connection and trust she felt for him made it hard to breathe.
Then he licked her, and she lost her mind. She wanted to watch, but as his tongue made long, slow sweeps through her pu**y, up and around her clit with just the perfect amount of pressure, she forgot, letting her head rest against the back of the chair, her eyes sliding shut.
His shoulders, the smooth, hard contour of his muscles, played against her inner thighs. He slid his hands, bigger than she’d imagined now that they lay against her skin, up her belly.
“God, you’re talented,” she whispered when his fingers found her ni**les.
She hadn’t been expecting it. Usually it took her longer to reach climax, but it hit her hard as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her back bowed, mouth opened on a sigh of his name, as orgasm took hold from toes to scalp in a long, seemingly endless flood of pleasure so intense she saw stars.
“Sorry about that. I meant to drag it out.”
When she opened her eyes, she found him resting, his head on her thigh, looking up at her with a smug, satisfied grin.
Ella couldn’t help but laugh. He was irresistibly unrepentant. “Don’t apologize. Hey, wow, listen to me.” Her voice had roughened, toning down the squeak and higher pitch.
“Sex voice.” Standing, he extended a hand to her, which she gratefully took, not knowing if her knees were ready to support her just then.
“What?” She shook her head. “While you tell me, on your back on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
Cope nearly choked as he moved to obey, getting on his back and really liking the way she looked crawling onto the mattress at his feet. “Yes. I have condoms.” If he could keep from coming before he even got inside her.
It had been close enough as he’d been surrounded by her. Scent, taste, the feel of her all soft and wet against his mouth and lips. She lived inside him now, filling him in ways he wasn’t sure how to process.
“I meant, you know, the way your voice changes after a really good orgasm. I can’t wait to hear it again and again.” He reached for her, and she obliged, scrambling atop his body.
“I’ve never had this happen.” She slid her pu**y against his cock; her breath caught as the head brushed over her clit. And then she did it again.
“You’ve never had sex voice?” he managed to say through a clenched jaw. Christ, he was the first to ever give her a mind-blowing climax? That was f**ked up. Nice, he couldn’t deny, being the first one to deliver it to her, but no one should be their age and have not experienced being a little f**k-drunk.
“No.”
He reached for the condom he’d put on his nightstand a few days before. He’d tucked five more in the top drawer because he’d been a Boy Scout, after all, and being prepared would be a far better fate than not.
“So fast? I thought I’d reciprocate.” When she licked her lips, she ground herself against him again. Only his eyes had been glued to her br**sts as they’d swayed.
“If you put your mouth anywhere near my cock, I will blow. And it’ll be over for a few minutes until I can recover. Have you ever thought about piercing one of these?” He pinched a nipple.
“Will I turn into a pumpkin at midnight?” She leaned to the side to see the clock, and her angle changed until the tip of his c**k fit against her gate. “Oh.” She stilled before circling her hips just a tiny bit. Enough so that the scalding heat of her slicked over him.
“Jesus. You’re going to kill me. Order me to put this condom on and f**k you. I’m begging you.”
He opened his eyes, those deep blue eyes, and kept his gaze on hers as he kissed a little higher. Using his body to open her thighs up, exposing her pu**y to him right at face level. She swallowed past her fear and discomfort and reached out slowly, her fingers tunneling into that thick, soft hair.
“Higher,” she whispered, not knowing how the words she’d been thinking had escaped.
Up he went, dropping kisses against the hypersensitive skin of her inner thighs. Every once in a while he’d stop and lave his tongue over a patch of freckles, which melted her insides for more than one reason. How something so sweet could also be so ridiculously hot, she didn’t know.
But it was.
He slowed just an inch away from her pu**y, and she couldn’t stop her annoyed sigh.
“What now?” he asked, his grin so wicked she nearly came just looking at it.
Was he going to make her say it? She debated just letting it go. It wasn’t like she’d been given o**l s*x in a really long time, so she couldn’t really miss it. She could easily ask him to be inside her.
“If you can’t say it out loud yet, just nod or shake your head when I say it. Okay?” He added that last bit, she realized, holding back a smile.
She nodded her head.
“Would you like me to lick this beautiful pu**y until you come?”
Hearing the words come from his mouth, knowing they were about her, made her weak in the knees. Left her dizzy and titillated. Outside a p**n o flick, she’d never actually heard a man say it in that voice, much less to her.
When she nodded, she hoped she didn’t look as eager as she felt.
“Scoot to the edge of the chair,” he said, pulling her hips gently, helping her get into place. “There.” He spread her labia open and looked at the heart of her. The intimacy of it, the depth of connection and trust she felt for him made it hard to breathe.
Then he licked her, and she lost her mind. She wanted to watch, but as his tongue made long, slow sweeps through her pu**y, up and around her clit with just the perfect amount of pressure, she forgot, letting her head rest against the back of the chair, her eyes sliding shut.
His shoulders, the smooth, hard contour of his muscles, played against her inner thighs. He slid his hands, bigger than she’d imagined now that they lay against her skin, up her belly.
“God, you’re talented,” she whispered when his fingers found her ni**les.
She hadn’t been expecting it. Usually it took her longer to reach climax, but it hit her hard as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her back bowed, mouth opened on a sigh of his name, as orgasm took hold from toes to scalp in a long, seemingly endless flood of pleasure so intense she saw stars.
“Sorry about that. I meant to drag it out.”
When she opened her eyes, she found him resting, his head on her thigh, looking up at her with a smug, satisfied grin.
Ella couldn’t help but laugh. He was irresistibly unrepentant. “Don’t apologize. Hey, wow, listen to me.” Her voice had roughened, toning down the squeak and higher pitch.
“Sex voice.” Standing, he extended a hand to her, which she gratefully took, not knowing if her knees were ready to support her just then.
“What?” She shook her head. “While you tell me, on your back on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
Cope nearly choked as he moved to obey, getting on his back and really liking the way she looked crawling onto the mattress at his feet. “Yes. I have condoms.” If he could keep from coming before he even got inside her.
It had been close enough as he’d been surrounded by her. Scent, taste, the feel of her all soft and wet against his mouth and lips. She lived inside him now, filling him in ways he wasn’t sure how to process.
“I meant, you know, the way your voice changes after a really good orgasm. I can’t wait to hear it again and again.” He reached for her, and she obliged, scrambling atop his body.
“I’ve never had this happen.” She slid her pu**y against his cock; her breath caught as the head brushed over her clit. And then she did it again.
“You’ve never had sex voice?” he managed to say through a clenched jaw. Christ, he was the first to ever give her a mind-blowing climax? That was f**ked up. Nice, he couldn’t deny, being the first one to deliver it to her, but no one should be their age and have not experienced being a little f**k-drunk.
“No.”
He reached for the condom he’d put on his nightstand a few days before. He’d tucked five more in the top drawer because he’d been a Boy Scout, after all, and being prepared would be a far better fate than not.
“So fast? I thought I’d reciprocate.” When she licked her lips, she ground herself against him again. Only his eyes had been glued to her br**sts as they’d swayed.
“If you put your mouth anywhere near my cock, I will blow. And it’ll be over for a few minutes until I can recover. Have you ever thought about piercing one of these?” He pinched a nipple.
“Will I turn into a pumpkin at midnight?” She leaned to the side to see the clock, and her angle changed until the tip of his c**k fit against her gate. “Oh.” She stilled before circling her hips just a tiny bit. Enough so that the scalding heat of her slicked over him.
“Jesus. You’re going to kill me. Order me to put this condom on and f**k you. I’m begging you.”
