Page 41 of Hero Hair
She asks another question about training and deployment, and I answer her honestly. We’re both naked, uninhibited by bare skin. It feels personal and while I’m giving her all of these details about my real life, it almost feels like a violation.
She gets in my bed and pulls back the covers. “At least I don’t have to worry about your sheets being vagina juiced.” She laughs.
“They’re probably covered in more come than the Playboy I had under my mattress as a teenager,” I retort.
She sighs in a contented whisper, calls me a liar, and lies down. I can’t help it. I get in next to her and prop my head on my hand while staring at her. She is this weird, new prop in my fucking bed.
“I hope you realize our date isn’t over yet. I need to assess your finger fucking skills. No mouth,” she quips.
I’d almost say she was joking, but for the carnal appetite shining in her eyes.
“Ah, we’re just getting started,” I say. Just to make sure she knows I’m good on my word, I slip my hand in between her thighs and find her clit.
She opens for me, grinning.
With a quiet moan, she closes her eyes. “This has to be the best no sex date I’ve ever had.”
It is the best date I’ve ever been on. I make her come again while watching her face. She likes when I stroke her G-spot and pinch her nipples. I like her hands and mouth more than I’ve ever liked anything else. I excuse myself from my own bedroom to grab a couple of bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen. I drink another beer instead, taking a moment to myself.
The newly painted walls seem to close in on me a touch. I’m rattled, terrified by whatever the fuck is happening between us. She calls my name in her sweet sing-song voice, and then asks if I can eat her out again—her nasty, perfect words ricocheting down the hallway.
And I forget to be scared about anything except the fact that I may not be able to come a third time in one afternoon.
Oh, the fucking horror.
