I smirked, “Maybe you’ll cream my cherry pie?”
“You sir have a filthy mouth.” Her face was beet red in a combination of embarrassment and thrilling pleasure that only comes from hot pink cheeks and swollen clits that crave attention.
“Feel good?” I asked pressing the pop deep and then pulling out to lick and suck her flavor combined with the cherry before I put it back inside stretching her as I rolled it around hitting her sensitive spot.
She’s shaking and glistening with sex sweat when she answered me. “So good.”
She sinks back down into the couch cushions. She’s so wet the pop slides easily between her folds fulling a fantasy I didn’t know I harbored. How many licks would it take to get to the center of her pleasure. I’m fascinated to find out. Our eyes locked on each other and her pretty hair spreads out around her like a field of violets. She huffed and whined so close to the finish line.
“You’re slacking, Pixie.”
“Do that thing again.” She reached for me but I put her off.
“This one?” I taunted her by slowly pressing in deep and them popping it out only to start all over again.
“Yessss.” Her head thrashed about tangling purple locks.
“Come on Amelia, show me how you come, baby.”
“Please Whit. Please.” Her nails embed deeply in the sofa and her muscles convulsed rigidly. I lay the lollipop between her breasts because I’m not done with that yet. I want to paint her nipples and then suck them clean while she rides me later. I have an entire deviant afternoon planned for my girl.
I kissed both sides of her inner thighs licking my way to her center. My tongue lapped at her catching her release in sloppy slurps. Incoherent mumbles filled the room like a broken record minus the vinyl scratching.
“You’re not done yet.” I hooked a finger inside her crawling up her body to reach her breasts and the pulse beating in her neck like a hummingbird fluttering its wings.
“Mmm?”
“Nope. I’m going to turn you into my mindless little zombie from all the orgasms I’m going to give you.”
She panted, “I’m going to die.”
“But it’s going to be such a happy death.”
I accidentally bit her cherry lollipop and had to start all over again. Turns out the number of licks was fairly inconsistent, but I wasn’t disappointed in making multiple scientific attempts.
25
Lia
I’m working in the photo lab at school waiting for the shots from our hike to develop when my phone buzzed disrupting the quiet peace of the dark room. The room where Whit snuck in yesterday to make out with me between work shifts. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples uncomfortable in cotton and lace while my belly ached and my core slicked thinking about how Whit aggressively put me over the counter and slipped my pants down easing himself inside me. He smacked my ass and made me promise to never go to the farmer’s market with Dinah again. I was only too eager to agree since he wasn’t over this.
I turned my phone over to see a text from Whit letting me know he was looking forward to tonight. We bantered back and forth both in good moods and good places. We’d been busy after the accidental potting getting back into a new normal. A new normal that include some hot and heavy sex and my mid-term exams.
I was happy and sated thinking about it. My hips had matching twin bruises from where they hit the counter at the right angle. A perverse part of me pressed my hips against the table letting the sting of the bruises spread through my nerve endings. My body hummed daydreaming about my grumpy forest ranger and his thick arms built like tree trunks.
Tonight we have plans to try out a new restaurant in town, but first I want to get these photos developed. Sure I could learn all the techniques of digital photography and I was, but there was something so fulfilling about the drawn out process of developing film. It required patience and a different skill set from digital, more so than just a good eye. I hummed to myself waiting to pull out the photos and hang them.
I wanted to share with Whit about the photo exhibition the school was putting on and the chance to go to Haiti and photograph the work the Humanities students were providing as a documentary. I hadn’t been able to catch my dad at a good time to discuss the cost of the trip and my minimum wage campus job in the photo lab would only defray the basic fees. I still had airfare, accommodations, and food to figure out.
Admittedly my head was in the clouds getting ready for our dinner date. I whirred around the apartment dressing about three times before setting on a dress I like. It’s casual but pretty and flirty in light indigo color I think matches Whit’s eyes. Dinah isn’t anywhere around which is a relief. I can’t imagine that, the two of them bumping into each other and having words. Dinah has been awkward and Whit was pretty forthcoming in telling me she threw herself almost bodily at him while I was expelling my stomach. I believe it, but I also believe Whit when he said he had zero interest in her.
I’m so excited waiting for him that I hawked the window watching him park his jeep down the street. I don’t wait for him to come to the door ad jet outside practically bowling him over.
“Baby.” He grunted half picking me up a
nd twirling me in the direction of the restaurant we’re eating at. I kissed his slack lips and in my happiness to see him after a trying week I don’t even notice flat demeanor until much, much later.
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