Page 31 of Make My Heart Malt

DID WE…

Dessa

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or perhaps I’m drunk on Garrett, but fuck, I need him. Ever since the night in the storage room, he’s all I think about. I want him to consume me. With every stroke of his tongue against mine, I know he wants it, too.

I break apart from our kiss and find the hem of his shirt. With one quick tug, I yank it over his head. My fingertips graze over the tan skin of his shoulder and over the colorful ink decorating his chest.

“My turn,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. His fingers grip the bottom of my shirt, and I lift my arms so he can remove it. He tosses the fabric over his shoulder. His hooded gaze slowly drifts to my lace-covered chest, his expression heavy with desire. He slowly leans down andplaces a tender kiss above my heart, sending a wave of warmth through my body.

My breath hitches. The gesture is sweet, and I don’t know how to process it, so I tell him the only thing I want right now. “Garrett. Touch me.”

I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants and rock back and forth until I’ve pushed them down my thighs. Garrett takes over and yanks them the rest of the way off. His eyes greedily devour my almost-naked body, as if he’s studying me to remember later. I gasp when his mouth is on mine again. My head is swimming in the clouds. It's either from all the alcohol I’ve consumed or from Garrett. Either way, I don’t want it to stop. We’re a mess of lips, tongues, and limbs.

His hand snakes up my chest, and his fingers wrap around the base of my throat. He squeezes, but not too tight. I moan into his mouth, loving his hand on me. It’s almost possessive, and the thought turns me on even more.

“Tell me if this is too much,” he whispers across my lips.

“No. It’s good. I like it.” My words come out in short pants.

“You’re absolutely fucking perfect.”

His mouth slants over mine again in a hot, demanding kiss. A burst of stars prickle behind my eyelids and lands directly between my legs. His other hand skates over my thigh, sending a wave of goosebumps to wash over my entire body. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, his fingers brush over my lace-covered pussy. Another moan escapes me before I inch myself closer to the edge, and spread my legs farther apart. He takes my invitation and rubs small circles over my clit. I rock my hips, needing him to touch me more.

He drags the lace to the side. “Hold this. Right here.”

I drop my hand between my legs and hook my finger through the fabric, holding it in place.

His middle finger slides down my slit, causing my body to tremble from the contact. I’m on the edge of begging him to fuck me.

“So fucking wet for me.” He circles the pad of his finger around my opening before sliding in. Leisurely, he pumps his finger in and out. “Look how wet you are.”

I peer between us, his finger glistening with my wetness. I never imagined Garrett would be a dirty talker, but I also never thought we would be doing this. Again. My breathing grows shallow as I continue to watch as his finger disappears inside of me. That’s something else that shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. He increases his pace, pumping harder and faster. My mouth falls open and my breath quickens. He pulls out and adds a second finger before he continues to finger fuck me.

“Oh! Oh! Garrett. That feels so good.” My eyes drift closed and my head falls back. I imagine it’s Garrett’s cock inside me. The size isn’t comparable to his two fingers, but when his thumb brushes over my clit, I don’t care. “Keep going. Don’t. Stop.” My moans and pants increase with every thrust of his fingers.

“I’m not stopping until you come all over my hand. Then I’m going to lick you clean.”

“Oh. Fuck.” My nipples tighten. A bolt of electricity hits me straight between my legs. Both my fingers and toes curl as a tsunami of bliss washes over me. I cry out Garrett’s name as he continues to spear me with his fingers.

His warm breath skates over my cheek as he murmurs, “I love my name off your lips.”

After my orgasm subsides, he pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth. He licks every last dropof my orgasm off his fingers. “Now it’s time to clean you up.”

My pussy is still sensitive from the orgasm, so as soon as his tongue hits my clit, it doesn’t take long for a second to build. He positions my feet on the counter and spreads my legs even more. With one hand still holding my panties to the side, I use the other to prop myself up. Glancing down, I get a view of dark hair nestled between my legs—hair that belongs to Garrett—and he’s eating me out like a starving man. He takes turns between licking me and biting my thigh. My hips buck every time his tongue swipes over my clit.

“I want you for my every meal.” His tongue licks the sensitive skin on my thigh before his lips wrap around my clit and suck.

“Oh! Ah! I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Come all over my tongue. I want to taste all of you.” He continues to roughly lick and suck on my pussy. In a matter of seconds, another orgasm roars through me. This one is more explosive than the last.

He lifts his head, his dark eyes meet mine, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fucking perfection.”

“That was… wow.” I release the grip on my panties, and they slide back into place.

“How many more orgasms do you have in you?”

“I don’t know.” I bite down on my lower lip. “But are you going to find out?”

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