“Peyton!” She squeals and I chuckle with my face already buried between her legs, as I put the ruined garment in the pocket of my slacks.
I lick a path up her smooth slit again, this time having full access without her panties in the way.
I part her skin with the tip of my tongue, feeling my way up until I reach her most sensitive spot.
She’s warm and so wet that the first thing I do is suck on her, teasing her clit with the softness of my upper lip.
I watched yesterday when Channing was touching her and I noticed that she tried to squirm away if he touched her clit too soon.
I lick around it a couple of times, circling closer and closer with my tongue and using my lips to press against it just enough to make contact.
“Oh!” She gasps when I flick my tongue extremely close to my target but not quite on it.
Her thighs tremble under my hands and that tells me that she’s ready for more.
I press on her clit with the flat of my tongue, sucking before I flick at it, using the tip of my tongue like I would a finger.
I alternate licking and sucking, increasing my speed and pressure with the rhythm of her breathing.
“Peyton!” She cries out when I suck harder, making her feel just a hint of teeth.
She’s right on the edge, so warm and wet, her thighs tensing up with every pass of my tongue on her.
I give her one last lick, pressing right at the top of her clit with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh my God!” She cries out as she comes and I keep kissing her, drinking her in and making sure I ease off the pressure. “Oh God!”
She tightens her thighs around me and that’s my cue that she’s becoming too sensitive, so I stand up, wrapping my arms around her as her head rests on my chest.
Her eyes open, meeting mine as she finally comes down from the high I just gave her.
“Oh God.” She shivers and I smile, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction at the thought of what I just did.
I’m not even that bothered about having her return the favor, since I know we have no time. This is definitely a first for me, usually I’d make sure to get off before I even thought to do anything for whoever happened to be my hookup. I’m just really pleased with myself for how quickly I reduced her to a babbling, quivering mess.
“God.” She exhales again as her fingers trace the edge of my jaw.
“You know, Snow.” I chuckle. “It’s really rude to call someone a different guy’s name when he just made you come.”
She lifts her head, looking confused. “I didn’t—”
“It’s Peyton,” I say with the cockiest smile in my arsenal. “Not God.”
She bursts into laughter, slapping my chest with the back of her hand. “I know that, douche!”
Damn, I fucking love hearing her laugh. It’s a bright, genuine sound that causes a pleasant warmth to spread in my chest.
“Come on,” I say, helping her off the counter and back onto her own two feet. “That limo is waiting for us and we’ve been gone long enough that Penn is going to get suspicious as fuck when we turn up together.”
She smooths the soft tulle of her skirt down her hips. “Yeah, he’s really on the war path tonight. But I need my panties back, please,” she says, extending her hand, palm up.
My smile widens as I produce the shred of lace from my pocket.
“Peyton!” She gasps. “I can’t go to the party without any panties! What the fuck!”
She’s fucking adorable when she gets flustered and she cusses. “You’ll be absolutely fine, Snow. Your skirt is long enough that no one’s going to know. Just be careful if it gets windy out there.” I wink, putting the ripped panties back in my pocket.
She rolls her eyes, still smiling. “Whatever! Just give me those back.”
“Naw.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m going to keep these as a memory of tonight.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she objects. “There’s an entire gift shop full of merchandise with the museum’s logo and the opening date. And we have gift bags for every guest with some/ commemorative, limited edition items in them. My panties are hardly a souvenir!”
I take her hand into mine, walking toward the bathroom door. “I’m into one of a kind souvenirs, Lenley. And these aren’t going to be a memory of the museum’s opening night.”
She tilts her head as I unlock the door. “No?”
“Nope. These are going to be a memory of the first time I got to play in the snow.”