“No, you don’t want my gift? Or no, you don’t want me at all? Because I need to know if I should stay or not.”
“I don’t know.”
“Aria,” I say, too sharply. “Stop fucking around and acting like a baby. Do you want me to lick your pussy tonight or not?”
She sucks in a deep breath.
“It’s OK,” I say. “You can tell me yes or no. Either way, I’m not judging you. If you say yes, I’ll do it. I’ll take you over to the couch, sit you down, spread your legs and eat you out until you come in my mouth. And if you say no, I’ll just grab my jacket and leave. Never come back again.”
She looks like she might cry so I reach for her wrist and start removing her balloon strings. She lets me without saying a word, but when I let the balloons go and they float up to the high ceiling, there’s nothing left for her to hide behind.
“Time to make a decision,” I say. “Want your present or not?”
She swallows hard and nods her head.
I shake mine. “You gotta say the word, Aria. It’s important that I have your permission, but even more important that I hear you say yes so I can jerk off to your scared little face as you give in to me for the rest of my life.”
“That’s gross!”
“Yeah, well. I’m pretty sure every man who saw you tonight is jerking off to your face right now.” I pause at that thought. Because I just kind of said it without thinking. “And actually,” I amend, “that is gross. No one gets to jerk off to you except me.”
She cracks a smile and inhales deeply. “Yes,” she says, quietly. Then she looks up at me. Locks her eyes right on mine and says it again. “Yes. I want you to give me my birthday present.”
I feel fifteen again. Like I’m gonna blow a load in my pants. That’s how hot she is right now. That’s how turned on I am.
“Good choice,” I whisper, taking her hand and leading her over to the couch. “Now sit down and spread your legs.”
“Oh, God,” she mutters, fingers splayed over her face in embarrassment.
Which just about kills me dead.
But she does it. She sits down, prim and proper. Just her butt cheeks on the edge of the couch. Then she places both hands on the cushions and scoots all the way back.
She looks up at me. Maybe for validation or maybe with hesitation, but it doesn’t matter which, because my nodding head is just the encouragement she needs. Because she closes her eyes and opens her legs.
The skirt of her dress is longer than the mini she was wearing the first night. So I can’t see her panties or even her upper thighs. It’s also much looser. A full skirt with large pink flowers scattered all over it.
I take off my shirt, and the movement makes her open her eyes. She stares at my bare chest. Not hungrily, the way I look at her. But with something akin to awe.
I kneel down between her legs and place my hands on her knees, opening them wider. She sucks in a breath of air and lets it out with a tiny whimper.
God, I really like that sound.
“Scoot down a little,” I say, grabbing her behind the knees and pulling. She does, until her ass cheeks are hanging over the edge. And that’s when I push her skirt up and see her pink panties. They are silky, but not overly sexy. Like she shops in the juniors department and not at Victoria’s Secret.
I love them. I love them so much I lean my head forward and kiss them.
I can feel her pussy lips beneath the thin fabric and my tongue darts out and licks her.
“Should I take them off?” she asks.
I look up at her. Her tits are rising and falling quickly, indicating she’s breathing harder now. “No,” I say. “I like them on.”
“But you can’t—“
“Aria,” I say. “Men don’t care if they have to work around your panties. We like it.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I think about this for a minute. “Because it feels like we’re taking something from you. Sneaking it. If we fuck you and you still have clothes on it’s hot because we’re so desperate to fuck you, we can’t be bothered to take them off.”
“Oh,” she says. “But they’re getting wet.”
“We like that too,” I say. “Now close your eyes and think about my mouth. And because you asked so many questions about it, I’m going to make you come through your panties so you know I’m not lying.”
“Oh,” she gasps.
I lean my head in again and swipe my tongue along her slit. My hands pressing her thighs open. My thumbs caressing small circles over her smooth skin. She arches her back when I hit her clit and when my finger parts her pussy open though her silky panties, she begins to groan.