Her eyes light up and she lightly smacks her hand against my bicep. “Yes, that’s exactly how it sounds.”
I shake my head, surprised. “Damn. You’ve got good taste in music for someone who looks so much like a Barbie doll.”
“You shouldn’t judge people by their appearances,” she says cheekily.
“I guess not.” I reach out and catch one of her long, smooth locks of hair between my fingers. “You sure are pretty, though.”
Despite her censure a moment ago about judging her appearance, that brings a flush of pleasure to her cheeks. “Thank you.”
I let go of her hair and bring my hand in to touch her face, running it along her jaw. She holds my gaze as my fingertips skim the side of her neck, the curve of her shoulder. I drop my hand lower and palm her soft breast in my hand. The little gasp that slips out of her goes straight to my cock.
“You ready for bed?” I ask, voice low.
Alyssa nods her head, not waiting for direction this time. She undoes the couple buttons of my flannel she bothered to button up, then pulls it open and peels it off, revealing her naked body for me to look at.
My cock jerks against the prison of my pants. My gaze drops to her perfect tits, then I tilt my head and take one in my mouth. She sighs with pleasure, bringing a hand up and pushing her fingers through my dark hair. I tease her hard little nipple with my tongue and she moans, sending a wave of arousal through me, twisting up my stomach.
I break away from her abruptly, walking over and turning the light off. I’d like to leave it on so I can look at her, but I know once I’m done fucking her, I’ll be too drained to move again.
Alyssa quickly clears the last towel off the bed, taking it to the bathroom while I undress. I walk over and turn the record player off, kicking half my clothes off on the floor she just cleaned. Damn, I feel bad making a mess already, but not bad enough to delay getting her in that bed.
I’m naked when she comes back in, and I can’t help noticing her taking advantage of the opportunity to check me out. Last night wasn’t passionate, especially for her. She was nervous and I was tired. I got mine, but I didn’t take the time to take care of her, and she didn’t seem to expect me to.
That’s not how it should be, not what she should expect of a man she’s giving access to her body, and I don’t want her thinking it is since her experience is so limited. I don’t know what kind of lover Theo is—don’t want to know—but I’d guess selfish.
Tonight when she climbs into my bed, I’m more like a lover than a debt collector. I bring her close, bending my head to lavish attention on the breast I didn’t kiss before.
I love the way she tangles her fingers in my hair and holds my head close to her breast. I love the little sounds she makes when I tease her nipple, the way her body arches up off the bed when I break away and start kissing my way lower. I kiss her all over, running my lips across her smooth, taut skin. It reminds me how young she is, and that should do more to kill my arousal, but fuck it. She’s legal.
She twists away as I kiss below her belly button and then lower.
“Brant,” she says quietly, looking down at me.
I move between her legs first, then peek up at her. “Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to eat your pussy,” I state plainly. “Why?”
Her whole body seems to flush. “You don’t have to do that.”
“You sucked my dick last night, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah,” she says.
“So it’s your turn, isn’t it?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. You don’t have to, anyway,” she says, shaking her head.
I cock my head curiously. “Have you not had your pussy eaten before?”
“I—” Her furious blush deepens. “No, and it seems…I mean, I wouldn’t want to do that, so you don’t have to.”
“You’re a straight woman—I wouldn’t expect you to want to do that,” I acknowledge. “I’m a straight man, and I very much want to do that. You’re not gonna deny me what I want, now, are you?”
She still looks unsure, but I know she won’t for long once I get my mouth on her pussy, so I ignore her objections, spread her pretty thighs, and lightly run my tongue right along her entrance.
“Oh!” Her legs jerk, and I wrap my arm around one thigh to keep it anchored while I work. I lick her again before stabbing my tongue inside her and drawing another startled noise out of her. “Oh, God,” she murmurs as I lick along her pussy, exploring the tight little hole I can’t wait to fuck.