Page 72 of Whirlwind
“I’m calling them my plucky panties.”
“You are plucky,” I say, smiling against her lips. “Do I get to see them?”
“As soon as you get me home after the best first date I could have asked for.”
By the time I pull into her driveway, she’s visibly antsy, rubbing her thighs together for most of the ride. Once inside her house, she fumbles with the latch on Nightmare’s kennel and sighs in frustration.
“Kit,” I say with more authority than I’ve ever used with her before. “Find a comfortable place to sit that pretty ass down. I’ll take care of Nightmare, then, I’ll take care of you.”
She nods, and I pick up Nightmare, taking him outside to wander in a few circles. Eventually, he finds the perfect spot.
Kit has the sexual drive of anyone realizing for the first time that sex can, and should, be exciting and fun. She’s still shy about vocalizing what she wants. Or taking charge of it. That will come with time, I think. The distance she’s traveled insuch a short time is already impressive. Yet, I want her to be empowered enough to tell me to drive faster, to get her home and fuck her brains out.
With how sexual she is once she’s comfortable in the moment, I have no doubt she’s going to be an increasingly adventurous partner. I’m here for it. I’m here forher.
Nightmare’s paws scratch on my leg, trying to get my attention now that he’s done with his business.
“You want a cookie, don’t you, pal? Me too,” I say, then lead him back inside. Kit keeps a treat jar by the door and I toss one to him. He grabs it and runs to the corner to eat it. Kit isn’t in the living room or the kitchen. Walking down the hall, I see the bathroom door is open. It, too, is empty. I’m about to call out for her when I get to her bedroom.
She’s sitting on her bed, having removed her jacket, boots…everything other than the small bit of lingerie covering her pussy. The music that nearly always plays somewhere in her house is on, but she’s turned it down to the lowest volume. Not much more than a vibration in the air that matches the one in my veins as I take her in.
“Hi,” she says, timidly.
“I’m feeling overdressed, here,” I say, leaning against the doorjamb, content to stand here and stare at her, for a moment. Her flawless skin is on full display—she’s petite but curvy. Womanly and strong. Her hair still pulled half up so I can see the flush on her cheeks.
“You could be more naked. I wouldn’t complain.” I’ve yet to step foot in her bedroom, her safe space. She looks me straight in the eye, and there is no waver in her voice, no hesitation.
Staying in the doorway, I kick off my shoes, then slowly strip off my clothes. Letting her watch. Loving that she does. Kitdoesn’t take any of this for granted; she’s fully in the moment, as if she’s committing every detail to memory.
“Stand up,” I tell her when I’m more naked than she is. “Show me.”
Her dark lashes flutter a few times before she complies. I’m fucking mesmerized by her. From her head to her perfectly painted toes that dig into the carpet. The more territory my gaze covers, the more relaxed she becomes. The tension in her shoulders falls away, and her fingers relax at her side.
“Tyson.”
“Spin,” I say. She turns, her hands moving to the thin strings of her new lingerie. “No. That’s my job.”
She lets out a huff and it’s all I can do not to laugh out loud.
“Tyson,” she says again, but this time, with some frustration.
“In all your studying of pornography,” I say, stepping to stand close enough that she can feel my heat on her back. “Did you ever come across videos with needy, bratty women?”
“None that I watched.”
“You might find you like it. The same way you liked when I nipped your fingers, earlier. The way you like that I’m telling you what to do, now, even though it’s frustrating you.” Placing my hands where hers tried to be, I run my fingers along the waistband. The frail fabric would be so easily torn off her, but I don’t want to ruin her new prize. Something tells me they weren’t purchased for me, but for her. “Place your hands on the bed, Kit. And let me hear you.”
“Hear me what?” she asks, leaning forward to brace herself while I squat behind her, dragging the delicate bit of lace down her body with me. When my face meets her core, she curses. “Fuck. Okay. Oh, God.”
I spread her ass and lick from her pussy, slowly up, paying close attention to how her body reacts. The sounds she makes, the muscles she moves. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, I want to make her squirm with pleasure. I want her to experience everything our bodies are capable of.
All I notice is a small gasp when my tongue hits there. Well, that, and her pushing back into it. Kit has a naughty side. One I’m excited to explore. I grip her right ass cheek with slightly more force, pushing it out and up, repeating the path with my tongue. Dipping into her cunt as far as I can with my tongue, much more shallowly in her ass.
“I said, let me hear you,” I tell her again, then gently bite the meat of her butt.
“Why do I like it when you bite me?” she asks with a whine.
“Because,” I say, dipping my finger into her pussy, getting it as wet as she is. “A little dull pain makes the pleasure brighter.” I press my finger against her asshole, rubbing small circles until she relaxes and I can push in the tiniest bit. It’s only a hint, an idea for her to think about. Something to ask for some day, maybe.
