Page 57 of Late Bloomer
I trip backward.
She moves again.
I do too.
And then my back is against the wall and Opal is right there, the warmth of her body and the smell of ink on her skin hugging me tight.
I forget how to breathe.
“Pepper,” she purrs, leaning in, closing the last millimeter of space between our breasts, our thighs.
“Y-yeah?”
“Open the door. Invite me in—” She presses her lips against the pulse point on my neck, my heartbeat stuttering, then kicking up into a frenzy. She must feel it because she laughs, nuzzles the spot with her nose before pulling back to look in my eyes. “—and let me fuck the nervousness out of you.”
Like the strike of a match, my body is nothing but flames and heat. Gaze locked on her, I reach out beside me, palm slipping on the knob once… twice…
The door bangs open. I grab Opal with both hands, one to her hip, the other curling behind her neck, tugging her towardme in a move that’s desperate and clumsy and has us both tripping into the room and tumbling to the bed.
I’ve always loved following directions.
Opal groans then giggles, rolling so she’s over me, pressing me into the mattress as she devours my mouth, hands knotting in my hair.
I’m so gone, I don’t know if the clothes I’m tearing at are hers or mine, but what I do know is I need more. I need more of her sweet mouth against me. More vibrations of her moans as I grab handfuls of her full ass. More of her hot skin finally touching mine. She pulls away to lift her T-shirt over her head and pull her shorts off so she’s down to a bright-green bra and blue boy shorts.
“Lie back and lift your hips for me,” she says against my neck, nipping the spot. The noise that’s ripped from my throat isn’t even human.
I do as she says.
“Perfect,” she whispers, moving down my body, her soft lips everywhere at once. It’s so much. Too much. Not enough. My hands fist in the bedsheet.
She undoes the snaps of my jeans, pulling them down my thighs and throwing them to the floor with what can only be described as exuberant determination.
She pushes my knees apart, gaze tracing over me. Our eyes lock for a moment, then she hooks her fingers around the edges of my underwear and rips them down my legs.
“Fuck.” Her usually soft and light voice is rough and low,and the way she’s looking at me sends a throb of desire up my center, my thighs trying to clamp shut.
She holds me open, laughing before biting her lip. I have no clue what could possibly be funny right now, seeing as I’m about to die from all the sensations running through me. She’s hardly touched me, and I’m poised to detonate like a bomb.
We haven’t even fully started, and yet I never imagined sex could feel like this.
A fresh pang of anxiety twists in my chest as her mouth meets the inside of my knee, dragging up my thigh.
It’s sharp and scary and only grows as her mouth gets closer to my center. She adjusts herself, on her knees, back arched and her round ass high as she nudges closer. She presses forward…
And I jolt up, gripping her forearms and scooching away at the last second. Her eyes are huge as she looks up at me in confusion, lips parted, and then she tips forward, face-planting on the bed.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out, a wash of embarrassment heating my skin.
Opal twists her head, cheek still pressed to the sheet, to look at me. “Oral sex?”
I nod, trying to swallow past my dry throat.
Opal sits up and shrugs, shooting me a wicked smile. “No worries. We can try it if you want. Or do something different. I don’t care.”
She licks her lips and so much need floods my system, myentire body jerks. Opal catches the response, her grin growing as she prowls up my body, gently pressing me back down to the mattress as her breasts drag against my skin, making me squirm.
I can’t believe I ever thought she was timid. This woman is a force of nature.
