Her eyes widen as I chuckle, kissing down her throat and going between her legs. “Again? Are you making up for the years of holding out on all those girls who wanted you?”
“Yup. I was waiting for you.”
“Whatever,” she laughs as I nibble on her neck.
I grin against her skin. “Really, I like how you squirm, and I’m all for perfecting things. You know this.”
She gawks at me. “Evan, you’re fucking amazing at it. I promise.”
I shrug. “But I’m not perfect, and I want to make you forget all four of those dickbags before me.”
“What dickbags? I don’t even know their names,” she says as I kiss down her belly. “I don’t even want to know their names. I wouldn’t recognize them in the crowd. All I see is youuuuu…” The last word is more of a moan, and as I enter her with my tongue, I relish her words.
How could I not be serious about this girl?