Heartburn (Love By Design 3)

“I’m sorry too.” She mumbles between sucks and licks of that damn pop I want to crack between my teeth.

She makes me feel destructive.

She makes me hornier than a teen boy with his first dirty magazine.

Clearly I’ve lost my mind.

“I’m sorry I called you immature.”

“I’m sorry I called you an old fart face.” She had the grace to at least look sheepish and while it’s all just words, it’s not at the same time. I figured we needed to even the playing field. I didn’t want her to see me as some old dude busting his nut in her because she was young, available, and made me recapture a decade of my life I thought I lost. Maybe I needed to tone it down or show her I wasn’t as crotchety as she thought I was. Smoking pot wasn’t the end of the world and I knew that. I didn’t like it, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. I guess I hadn’t expected it. It was everything else around it that scared me, the irresponsible roommate, the dickish football player, and his asshole friends.

She made me feel ten years younger than I do chasing after her and way more jealous than any man should feel. Those are my insecurities though, not hers.

“Come here babe.” I took her hand and lead her into the living room. She felt delicate in my grasp and I memorized the soft texture so different from mine.

“What are you doing?” She uttered holding the pop, her face cocked to the side and eyes owlishly blinking. I lost it a little bit and the rumble in my chest made her step back. I stepped forward crowding her. I took the pop from her hand and dunked it into my mouth rolling it around sucking the sweet and tart flavor made slick from being in her mouth. It was delicious.

“Hey!” She shouted, but I don’t give it back. Instead, I make love to that blow pop with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the cherry ball. I watched her eyes round like saucers.

“That was mine.” She whined.

“I like sucking on things that belong to you. So sue me.” I taunted her licking the pop letting it jut from my mouth.

“Give it back.” She hopped up and down.

I held it out of reach from her shaking my head no.

“Mmm, cherry.” I arched my brow daring her to come and steal it. If she could tease, so could I.

She whimpered. “Whittaker.”

“My favorite.” I licked the p

op again and then traced her lips with the wet candy coloring her mouth with sweet lipstick in a dark pink candy gloss. Standing next to the couch I urged her to sit, her face upturned to mine wet and begging to be kissed.

“Yeah, mine too,” I admitted easing her down to sit on the edge of the couch.

“Whit.” Her hands reached for my biceps, but I gently pushed her back on the couch leaning over her. This was my show right now.

“Take your clothes off Amelia.”

Her hands reached for her pants and undo the top button followed by the zipper shimmying out of the tight denim. Her knee still has her battle wound from our hike and I kneeled down to kiss it softly watching her eyes slowly flutter shut.

Her throat bobbed and I wanted to kiss her everywhere as she licked her lips wetting the pink to a darker shade. I tugged the hem of her shirt.

“Take it all off.” She lifted the shirt over her head and unclasped the back of her bra letting the cups fall down and free her breasts. I wrenched on her underwear none too gently pulling them down her legs. She’s neatly groomed between her thighs and the bare shaving was so close to her skin that I knew it would softly rub against my face.

“What are you going to do?” She asked, her right brow lifting slightly in question. It sounded like a challenge, but the way Amelia bit her lips said otherwise shyly.

“I think I’m going to have myself a treat.” I get real close to her pussy lips and let my tongue graze them. She puts her head back groaning and arching toward me.

“You’re going to lick me to death.” Her chest panted and her voice rose higher.

I laughed, “Something like that.” I braced my shoulders between her legs opening her up. I sucked on the lollipop again getting it good and wet with my saliva. The cherry taste was tart and sweet, exactly how I planned to make Amelia right here on the couch. I gave her a good long teasing lick between her legs. The sexy shiver she elicited gets me hard, but I’m not having that kind of sex with her right now.

Kissing her clit I licked a slow circle around her hole. I add the pop letting the cherry ball swirl around her nether lips coating them between licks and kisses. Her head thrashes on the couch and she grabbed a pillow stuffing it over her face. That’s okay, I planned on making her scream, the pillow would be useless. She’s wetter now and I placed the lollipop at her entrance moving it back and forth pressing it gently watching it disappear inside. Her cunt squeezes it between her gasps making it disappear until I tugged it out. She’s tighter than a padlock and wetter than a waterfall. I loved it.

“Oh my God!” She threw the pillow clear across the room knocking something to the floor. I scanned over my shoulder and as long as she’s not setting the house on fire, I think we’re golden. Lia shifted her body up on her elbows wobbling upward watching me.