Page 67 of Fang
“Trust me to take care of you,” I tell her.
“I do.”
Leaning in, I spread her open. She is glistening in the moonlight. She wasn’t kidding. She is turned on, all right.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” I ask her.
“Never. I’ve never felt the need to. Never understood it.”
She understands now. Her clit is swollen. She must be aching bad.
Leaning in, I lick her clit, making her moan. Slowly, I lick my way around her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. I could spend my life between her legs and it still wouldn’t be long enough. I listen to the way her breath hitches and moans change as I explore her.
No, I learn her.
I learn every way she enjoys being touched. I kiss. I nibble. I suck.
I do combinations until her back is arching off of the bike, her screams echoing in the silence of the night.Then I keep licking her until she comes back down, pushing my head away from the overstimulation.
“That was…” She trails off.
I sit up, leaning over to kiss her, aware she is coated all over my face. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She clears her throat. “What about you?” she asks.
I smirk, reaching back to grab her pants. I separate her panties from them and stuff them in my pocket.
“I can take care of myself later. This is all about you.”
She smiles. “You really are making me think I’ve been missing out on something my whole life.”
I shake my head. “You haven’t been because you didn’t know me then. You got me now. You won’t ever miss out again.”
I mean it too. I’ll make sure Cami never misses out on life ever again.
Stepping out of the building, I can’t help but smile. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, it’s a beautiful day outside, and I don’t have any more classes for the day. I have several hours before I have to leave for work, where I’ll see Fang.
Fang.
That man…
It’s been a week since things have changed between us, and it’s been perfect. I see him every night I’m scheduled to work, and when I’m not, he makes sure to come and see me. Even though coming over to see me is out of his way. When he comes, he brings me coffee or tea, and sometimes food. Then he holds me close, touching me every chance he gets.
And the kissing.
So much kissing I had to change lip balm brands because I felt like my lips were becoming chapped even though I was constantly reapplying. When we aren’t making out, we’re getting to know each other.
For the first time in possibly ever, I’m happier. Happier than I have ever been, and it’s overwhelming in the best kind of way.
When he’s not around, I want him to be. I want to text him and see what he’s doing. I want him to call so I can hear his voice. He’s the first and last thing I think of every day, and I love it.
Maybe I should go grab my work bag and head in early. See if maybe he can sneak away for a little while and we can go to that diner he likes…
With the idea firmly taken hold, I change course and head toward my dorm room. I make it about halfway there when I hear him.
“Stinky Cami!” someone drawls.
Just hearing that old nickname makes my skin crawl. Goddamn Zak. I thought we were past this. I know I should keep walking, but my feet refuse to move.
