Page 11 of Crash
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. My heartbeat is echoed in the hollows of my ears as her chest heaves in a rapid manner. She turns to walk away with a look of embarrassment on her face.
I stop her in her tracks, turning her back to me. “Let’s go,” I urge.
She smiles and guides me through the crowd, up the stairs, and through the entrance. I open the door to my Jeep and help her climb in, resting my hand on her ass. She gives me a smile of approval and fastens her seat belt once in position. I proceed to the driver’s side, hop in, push thestartbutton, and drive to my house.
Along the way, I turn the radio on and scramble to find something to listen to, hoping to ease the tension. I scan pass the classic alternative rock station, and she grabs my hand.
“What?” I giggle.
“You can’t go past that song. I love it.”
I glance at her then roll my eyes. “Right, you know this song.”
“What, ’cause I’m—”
“Don’t you say it,” I interject.
“’Cause I’m not of the same background as you I can’t know this song?”
I decide to call her bluff. “Name the group, and I’ll turn it back.”
She straightens up, sticks out her chest, and answers, “Depeche Mode, duh.”
Nodding in defeat, I turn back to the station and allow the rest ofEnjoy the Silenceto play. She happily sings along with the melody, and I’m mesmerized.
“So, you’re like eclectic. You know, having a variety of likes. Living outside the box of what society deems as normal.”
“Exactly. Did you think I was going to perform a semi-erotic dance tonight when you agreed to show up?”
“To be honest, I thought it was going to be that big eighties and nineties tribute Courtney has been talking about.”
“Oh, that’s the summer jam. That’s in two weeks. Are you coming?”
“Depends on how tonight goes.”
“What do you mean?”
I pull into my parking spot and shut off the engine. The radio continues to play and will do so until the doors are opened, or we sit in here too long. I take her face into my hands and kiss her.
She takes a deep breath and exhales, removing her seat belt and climbing over the gearshift to straddle me. She goes to lift my shirt, but I stop her.
“Let’s go inside. I have nosy neighbors.”
I open the door, and she climbs out and waits for me. I grab her bag out of the back and secure the vehicle. The walk to my house is in complete silence and filled with awkward tension, knowing that on the other side of the door will be a point of no return. Entering the key into the lock, I turn it, hearing the cylinder release its position. Tessa looks at me, and when the door is opened, she hops into my embrace, kissing me passionately, full of desire. The bag is released from my grip, and I close the door, locking it in one move.
The intensity continues to my bedroom where we lie on the bed, taking turns undressing each other, our kiss only interrupted by the action. Completely naked, I hover above her, slowing the moment between us, taking in the beauty that is her. From her smooth, honey-toned skin to her long, curly locks. I slide my tongue along her neck moving down to her breasts, encircling each nipple and gently suckling it to a pointed bud. She arches her back in response, parting her lips slightly, allowing a moan of approval to escape.
“Austin, don’t stop,” she pleads.
My mouth is greedy for her, and I take the tour down her chest, kissing the waist beads accenting her frame, and grazing over her belly button until I reach her bare center. I take laps along the inside of her thighs, teasing her, building the anticipation of my oral skills. With her excitement seeping out, I gently run my finger up and down her lower lips and take delight in watching her body react to my touch.
A slip of my two fingers inside her warm and sticky pussy intensifies her desire. She rides them rhythmically, settling into a slow grind, her clit swollen with anticipation while I use the pad of my thumb to make small, lazy circles around the hood.
“What are you waiting for?” her voice trembles with her plea.
“I’m not gonna fuck you. No, you deserve more than that. Your body is a temple, and I want to worship it. Treat it like it’s meant for me. Pleasure every inch until you say stop.”
Her body shudders with the first lap of my tongue against her glistening lips. The nectar entices my taste buds, and I yearn for more. Darting my tongue out, I insert it into her opening and swirl all around, taking in each drop. She grinds her clit over my mouth, bucking to urge on an orgasm.
