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Her breath quickens and I move down until my face is between her legs. Before she even begins to protest, I tell her, “I may not have ever had sex before, but I know what I am doing inthisaspect. And you’re going to sit there and be quiet, little sparrow, while I make you come on my mouth.”
From the look on her face and the flush that deepens on her neck, she likes dirty talk. Nipple play and dirty talk. Got it.
I shift until I fit us both comfortably on the bed, me on my back with her knees on either side of my head. She hovers above me and I have never seen a more beautiful sight. I start to push her knees out to bring her closer, but she stops me. “Idon’t…” she hesitates, nervous and flustered. Still not fully comfortable.
I start to sit up and she shuffles down my body until her legs are fully wrapped around me. “It’s okay. It’s me, sweetheart,” I whisper.
I want to say more, but I don’t know if there’s anything else she needs to hear. My thoughts are answered when she pulls me into a kiss, soft at first, but it doesn’t take long before it turns into something deeper. More ravenous. She starts grinding against me and I reach in between us and touch the spot I know is the most sensitive. She gasps and bucks against me. Once I feel a slickness between us, I lay down and start to move her toward my face again. This time she doesn’t hesitate. Instead she moves willingly into my hands and comes forward until she’s right above me where she was before.
“Mmmm, so fucking beautiful.”
She sighs and I don’t give her a chance to do anything else. Pulling her hips down until she meets my mouth, I swirl my tongue against the place I know she needs it most. And by her answering moan, she enjoys me being there.
I lick and suck until she is riding my face, all sense of self-consciousness that was there before is gone to the need I can feel building within her. I slow my movements so I can adjust one hand beneath her and push in a finger. She gasps and falls forward so her hands are now braced on the bed. With better access, I push in another finger which is answered by harder grinding against my face as she chases her release. The number of times and positions I have imagined us in, this one was in the top five and my fantasies never could have compared to the real thing. This is more than I could have asked for and more importantly it’sfun. It may have had a weird beginning, but I don’t think sex is always supposed to be the way it is in the movies or in romance books where the characters pine after each otherfor so long and then their first time is perfect with no awkwardness or weird moments.
Sex is supposed to be funny. It’s supposed to be gross and weird sometimes, but it’s also supposed to be beautiful in between all of that. Sometimes it’s between two people who are friends or between two people who met to have a night of fun. Sometimes it’s between two married people who are usually too tired to even think about sex. And sometimes it’s between two best friends who have loved each other for years and still might be too afraid to admit it yet.
Skylar’s moans start to get louder and I can feel her tightening around my fingers. I groan into her. “That’s my girl. Ride my face and come for me.”
She does. Her movements become wild and frantic as her orgasm courses through her body. She moans my name as the last of it subsides. I slow my movements and remove my fingers from her to guide her on top of me. Her breathing is ragged and she tries to sit up, but decides laying all her weight on me is all she can do. I’m okay with that. Feeling her here feels a lot like coming home.
“That was…” she starts, but either doesn’t know what to say or is unsure how to finish the sentence.
“Sexy? Amazing? Fantastic?” I joke.
“Thrilling,” she answers through her smile. Hugging her closer, we lay together in a comfortable silence until I feel both of us start to drift off.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SKYLAR
The full moon is shining bright through the sunroof with stars that stretch for miles, sparkling in the night sky. This was the reason I wanted the sunroof right above the bed when I asked Axel to fix this part of the RV. A branch had scraped the top of it at one point during my travels and eventually the spot rusted. The perfect solution was the sunroof, so when I was traveling, the moon and the stars would keep me company, and sometimes Jacob would, too, when we would talk over the phone until we fell asleep.
However, falling asleep wrapped around his body instead was better than I ever could have imagined. We must have drifted off shortly after Jacob gave me the best orgasm of my life.
My experiences in that area have never been amazing. Sure, I’ve had orgasms from a boyfriend before, and a few girls in college, and even people I’ve met traveling, but they’ve never felt like the one from Jacob. He was patient and willing to give me the time to figure out what I wanted even though I didn’t know how to ask or how to take it. He gave me the space I needed even when the sex part of it felt awkward and ourmovements clumsy. The reassurance that it was a bit awkward for him, too, was comforting. Being uncomfortable together made itmorecomfortable.
I glance up at his sleeping face feeling the rise and fall of his smooth chest beneath my arm, and I wonder how he gets his chest this smooth. Does he wax it? Does he grow hair in the small dip between his pecs? Does he have a happy trail he gets rid of because he doesn’t like the feeling of the hair on him? That would be me. The idea of having hair on my chest or anywhere else makes my skin feel itchy. Like the way it feels when the wrong fabric touches my skin.
He shifts to his side and pulls me closer, my forehead touching his. I have no idea what time it is, but by the look of the stars, it’s probably a bit past midnight. I hadn’t planned for us to stay the night here in the RV, but I’m not complaining that it happened either. This little home is my happy place and it’s only happier with him in it. When we made the deal to stay just friends, we thought we were protecting our friendship from some non-existent ruin. But really, I think we were just afraid to love each other.
We both knew once we allowed ourselves to fall, it would be the end of everything we were used to. Who knew that would also be the best decision we ever made? We missed out on years, because we were so stubborn and scared.
But I’m not scared anymore. Jacob is wholly and unequivocallymine.And I want him.
All of him.
“I love you,” I whisper to his sleeping form. I don’t know how long I’ve been in love with him, and I still don’t think I am fully ready to admit it to him while he’s conscious, so this will have to do for now, but I feel those three whispered words deep in my soul.
Slowly, I push myself up as I plant a feather light kiss on his lips. I feel a slight press back, but by the way he adjusts his headback into the mattress, I don’t think he fully woke up. That’ll change in the next few minutes. Or seconds.
I straddle him, my center fully coming into contact with his cock. I bend down to start at his jaw, kissing my way down his body until I feel him shift slightly, his cock slowly growing harder beneath me. Once I get to his nipple, I copy his technique from a few hours ago, and pull it into my mouth. When I swirl my tongue around it, he breathes in deeply, finally coming out of his deep slumber.
“Mmmmm,” he groans sleepily.
I move to the other nipple and repeat, and his hands thread through my hair.
I scatter kisses along the length of his torso until I reach where he clearly wants me the most, his cock jumping to attention. His knees fall to the side to give me easier access and I kneel down between his legs. I take him in my mouth until he fills me completely, reaching the back of my throat. “Hello there, little sparrow,” he manages, voice raspy and breathless with lust.
