She mewls a small protest that’s cut off the minute I have my mouth on her. With one suck, she is curling off the counter. Her fingers dig into my skull. “My God,” she gasps. “Owen, please!”
I smile around her tit. If her breasts are this sensitive imagine what she’ll be like when I have my mouth plastered against her cunt. She might tear my hair out. Not that I care. It’d be a worthwhile sacrifice. I suck hard, teasing each nipple into a tight, hard bud. She writhes under me and I wonder if I could make her come by just sucking on her tits. I didn’t know that was possible. It’s not something the guys talk about in the locker room. Of course, that could be because they’re selfish dicks who just want to get their cocks wet.
As much as my cock aches, there’s something overwhelmingly satisfying about seeing my girl mad with pleasure. I want to see that love drunk look on her face at all times and if that means putting off my own orgasm until she comes ten, fifty, a hundred times, that’s what I want, too.
I move lower, to the waistband of her pants. Her fingers tangle with mine as we tear them off. Her panties come with them, leaving her gloriously nude.
I lean back and take her in. Her skin is glowing in the light of the kitchen. She looks like a goddess. If I was a painter, this is how I would immortalize her—leaning back on her elbows, one knee canted outward and the other draped over the edge of the counter. Her chest is pink, flushed with excitement. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips are swollen from our kisses. She peers down at me through heavy-lidded eyes, drunk from excitement.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I inform her. I drag a finger from her belly button, through the close-trimmed pubic hair, stopping just above her clit, which is begging for attention. “It’s hard to concentrate when we’re together because all I can think about is how gorgeous you look and how much I want to taste you.”
I can’t wait another moment. I slide my hands under her ass and lift her to me. She screams and bucks up hard against my mouth. I drink her in, devouring her as though I ran ten miles and need water more than air. But it’s the same. I need her more than air. I need to have her in my arms, my mouth against her skin, my tongue drenched with her essence. I need all of those things to live.
“Owen, babe, this is…this is…I can’t…”
I know. It’s everything. I suck on her pussy lips, arrow my tongue inside her tight channel, revel in the tart honey that floods my mouth.
Her ass cheeks tighten under my grip.
“I never knew it could be like this,” she cries. Her fingers pull on my hair and she begins to ride my mouth, pulsing and grinding against my lips and tongue, using me ruthlessly.
My cock throbs inside my pants. A hot ball of want roils at the base of my spine. I’m going to come just by sucking her off. I free one hand and swing an arm underneath her ass and seal my mouth against her sopping wet pussy.
With my free hand, I undo my jeans and whip out my cock. In uneven moves, I jack myself with one hand while I tongue her to ecstasy. Her pussy convulses against my mouth. Her screams fill the room. My cum explodes out of my cock.
I work her until she collapses on the counter and my own cock runs dry. She slides off into my arms and I sink to the floor, cradling her tight.
“Ace, girl, I fucking love you,” I whisper into her hair. “I’m gonna take care of you for the rest of my life. ‘Kay?”
“‘Kay,” she answers softly, nuzzling her nose into my sweat-soaked neck.
We sit like that for a long time—me in my unbuttoned jeans and my T-shirt clinging to my back and her nude, tucked into my embrace. I still want to fuck her. I still want to plunge my hard cock into that hot, tight, wet sex of hers. But this is good. This moment of tenderness and love and sweetness is good.
You can never have enough good moments in life.
15
Alice
“You sure you don’t want me to wait?” Melody asks. She has her car keys in her hands. She’s been coming to the games with me every Friday. I’m not sure if it’s because she likes watching them or hanging out. I’ve made a few friends in sewing class but Melody makes me laugh. She wasn’t lying about being a hard worker either. She takes better notes than I do and she always brings snacks whenever we meet up to study. I’ve grown close to her in the small amount of time that I’ve been here. I love to tease her about me being in this friendship solely for the snacks.