Page 39 of Sweet Girl
Apparently, I don’t suck – in a bad way. Because I have him in my mouth less than five seconds, my tongue swirling around the head, when Van mumbles out.
“I’m gonna come...” He pulls my head up – which surprises me, and I watch in complete awe as his dick twitches on its own accord and a ribbon of hot liquid shoots all over my hand and across his belly.
Although I didn’t swallow, I did get a chance to taste him. Like Kady told me, it’s very unique; unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. A salty, masculine flavor. Not bad, but not something I’d want to bottle up and sell.
The thought has me snickering and Van’s head pops up off the pillow to look down at me, his eyebrows quirked up inquisitively. And this makes me laugh harder.
Van yanks me up underneath my arm pits so my head is on the pillow next to him.
“What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me because I was so quick on the draw?” He looks embarrassed, which is unbelievable.
“Oh my God, no. I’m sorry,” I say, stifling another giggle. “It’s just my stupid brain. I think weird thoughts at very inappropriate times.”
“Oh yeah? What were you thinking, Miss Inappropriate?”
I shake my head and press my lips into a tight line.
“Come on...fess up.” He prods me with his tongue, sliding it between my closed lips. I moan without realizing it. “I have my ways of getting it out of you.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “I don’t doubt that.”
“I will get you to tell me. But first, need to clean up.” He gives the tip of my nose a quick kiss before rolling over on his side to grab a Kleenex from the same box he used to dry my tears not even an hour earlier.
How crazy it seems that my troubles literally disappeared the moment he kissed me. All of my worries over my life because non-existent while I was wrapped up in his arms. Pressed against his body. Climaxing from his fingers.
I sigh as he hands me a tissue and I wipe off my hands. The first time I’ve ever had to do that. I wonder if he knows I’m inexperienced? It makes me remember my conversation with Carver and I’m curious if he kept his word and his mouth shut or if he spilled my secret to Van. Now I’m more nervous than ever that Van is going to question why he’s with me. I’m just an inexperienced, virgin geek-girl. He could do so much better. I’ve seen some of the girls that hang around the basketball parties. Flirting and working it to gain the attention of these guys. He could have his pick of any one of them and they’d all give him exactly what he wants.
And now that he’s single, I’m sure the girls are swarming. Maybe he’s even taken advantage of his situation over the last month and just hasn’t mentioned it. God, I feel like an idiot. I should really get the heck out of here before he asks me to leave.
Van returns from the bathroom, as I watch him slide on his shorts over his strong, hairy legs to cover his now semi-hard dick. I’m curious as to what it’ll look like when it’s not erect. The whole science behind it is miraculous. I’m absolutely enamored with Van’s male physique.
He climbs back on the bed and eyes me with uncertainty.
“Do you need to go?”
The question makes me realize that I have no idea of what the protocol is after you make each other orgasm. Kady mentioned that some guys get really tired and sleepy after they climax, and most guys don’t want a clingy, needy girl. I do a quick analysis of how I feel at the moment, noting that I don’t have a particular need to snuggle or cuddle in his arms, but I also don’t necessarily want to leave him right now. Is that normal? I don’t know.
I adjust the skirt of my dress, my legs dangling in front of me on the bed. “Um...do you want me to leave?”
He pushes his hair from his eyes and pulls it all back into his fist, wrapping a twistee around it to keep it out of his face. He bends down and kisses my temple – the same kiss that started this whole night.
“I want you to stay.” He kisses me again, this time on the cheek. “In my bed.” Now he kisses the corner of my mouth. “With me. All night.”
Then he captures my mouth in a searing kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.
“Okay.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him flush against my chest.
****
We end up watching an old movie that he says is one of his all-time favorites.Rudy. I admitted to him that I’d never seen it before and he just groaned and playfully smothered me with his pillow.
His dorm room has a couch shoved against the long wall, but we chose to prop ourselves up against his headboard. Our shoulders and hips touch, but aside from earlier, he hasn’t made another move sexually. The laptop sits across his large thigh and honestly, except for a few scenes, I haven’t really been paying all that much attention to the storyline. My mind has been on what we just did and how warm his body is sitting next to me.
I’m wondering what he’s thinking. Because all I’m thinking about is his body.
I can’t take my eyes off his legs. They’re so powerful and strong. And so incredibly long. His feet hang off the bed. I’m fairly used to tall guys since Cade has always played ball and all his friends tower over me. I’m not particularly short, but compared to all of them, I’m a dwarf.
My face burns hot as images flash through my brain of our earlier make-out session. The way he held himself above me, his taut body hovering on top of me, his broad shoulders blocking out the light from above. His body is a massive rock of muscle. I’m disappointed now that I wasn’t brave enough to divest him of his shirt so I could see him fully undressed...unless you count the few minutes I saw him in his towel.
