Page 38 of Last First Love
Her eyes flicker shut and I'm worried that I've said the wrong thing. How come I seem to always mess things up with this girl as soon as I'm getting close to where I want to go with her?
But then a slow smile curls up the edges of her perfect mouth and I feel my heart lift at the sight. Maybe I haven't completely messed this up yet.
"I think we could be very good at each other. And I want us to find out right now." She leans toward me and I can smell her, the scent of her skin and even the mintiness of her breath. We're so close that we're sharing oxygen now and I can feel the heat of her breathing against my mouth.
And just as I'm thinking this moment can't last any longer, she finally closes that last inch between us and we kiss. Slow, and sweet, and unhurried this time. I can feel myself relax into this kiss, sinking into it slowly. Because we have all night to make this happen between us. And it's going to be so good.
I finally let my fingers trace up the tender skin of her arms then dip along the line of her collarbone. Her skin feels like silk, and I know her hair is every bit as soft and smooth. I make a noise in my throat that's every bit as needy and hot as I feel, and when she makes the same rough moan, I can feel her throat vibrating under my fingers.
With that, I lose control. My kisses move from tender to rough, and my hand slides into the long curtain of her hair and grips there, holding her at the exact angle I want.
"Your shirt," I finally gasp, pulling myself away from the taste of her for long enough to beg. "Please. Your shirt."
Her eyes flash up to mine, sparkling in the evening light. "Okay," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, and her consent makes my blood run hot, setting up a painful throbbing in my lap.
I'd like to be gentle with her, take my time and kiss every bit of skin as it reveals itself to my hungry eyes, But I'm too greedy this time. Next time, I promise myself. Next time I'll take my time and show her exactly how perfect she is.
This time though, I can't get her shirt off fast enough. My hands remove her bra with one quick dexterous move that leaves us both breathless.
And then my hands are all over her, caressing and stroking, working her into a fevered state that only I can soothe for her. My mouth slides to her breasts, and I take the hardened tip of her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until she's squirming and pulling on my hair.
Then I do it again to the other side, until she's begging me, curse words and prayers spilling from her pretty lips. Just the way I like it, the way I knew it would be with her.
I reach for the waist of her pants, that extra soft kind that are black and stretchy. If this were any other occasion, I'd take my time and stroke her through the material until she took them off herself. But the heat between us is too strong and too hot. I'm not going to be able to wait much longer before I have a taste of her, and finally feel her pleasure all over my mouth and tongue.
"Lift up," I murmur to her and she does, letting me slip the leggings and her underwear down in one hasty move.
Next time I'll take my time, I remind myself. Next time, I'll take this slow and remove her pretty panties with my teeth. But this time, I take a quick moment to enjoy the view of sexy, naked Lily bared before me, and then I press my mouth to the inside of one of her thighs.
"Oh," she gasps out when I bite her. Then I lick the little hurt. I take that as a noise of pleasure, so I move over and do it again on the other thigh.
This time, I know it's the right move because she calls out my name, her fingers winding in my hair and urging me onward.
And believe me, I'm dying to taste her. My mouth is watering at the very thought, but with her being this responsive, I'm going to have to go slow to make it last for either of us.
I force myself to go as slowly as possible, moving to use my teeth and tongue and gentle finger strokes along the insides of her thighs until she's quaking beneath me and I can't wait any longer.
"Please," she hisses, and that's all I need.
I fasten my mouth on her sex, using heavy strokes of my tongue to part her and taste the sweet nectar of her. She cries out at the connection between us, and I can't get enough.
I press her legs open wider, baring her to my tongue and touch. And then as I settle into a pattern that has her hips rocking beneath my mouth, I slowly work one finger inside her, inch by inch.
She cries out again, this time with every movement. You'd better believe I'm not going to stop what I'm doing until she comes for me now. Instead, I moan against her, letting her feel how damn good she tastes, how lucky I am to be the man with her like this.
Her hips rise and fall against me faster and faster, until her thighs clench around my face and I feel the little pulses of her orgasm around my finger.
I let her ride it out on my face, because that's what a gentleman does, but I'm far from done with her. When she settles back down to earth, I kiss all over her thighs and then flatten my tongue out and lick her again.
"Wait Ken, oh—" her voice breaks off in a keening moan that lets me know I'm definitely on the path to success again. I use my hands to spread her further apart, and then pause long enough to tell her with my words how delicious she tastes.
The heat in her eyes is more than enough to spur me on, despite the uncomfortable erection that's now throbbing in my pants. I wet my lips and lean forward, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her hips buck underneath me, and I slide a finger inside her again.
She's soaked, her thighs and ass are covered in a river of her pleasure. Her voice goes high and loud, first calling out my name and then slipping into nothing more than moaning, all while her hips start to move again hurriedly. Finally, I can feel her tensing up and then the sweet pulses of her second release against my mouth and hand.
I slowly release her, then lift my eyes to her face. She's staring at me like she's seen a ghost.
"Hey, what's the matter?" If I sound worried, it's because I really am worried. I can't have Lily freaking out while I'm going down on her. That's not how this goes, especially not if we're saving up some good orgasm karma for next time.
