Page 53 of First Comes Forever

She’s giggling until I engulf her nipple, swirling my tongue around her piercing and feeling her nipple harden and swell in my mouth. “Oh, good God,” she moans.

Reluctantly, I let go of my new favorite treat and wrap one arm around her back. After pulling her off the counter, I yank her bottoms and panties down in one pull. Dragging my fingers up the inside of her thigh, I search for her clit and nearly keel over when I feel a third piercing.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Did I forget to mention that one?” she asks.

Plopping her back onto the counter, I spread her thighs apart, soaking in the visual of the neat, trim strip of auburn hair, down her perfectly bare and pink pussy, and the tiny half-moon hook with small rhinestones that decorates her clit. “Was it painful?”

She shakes her head. “Not too bad. Then again, I was high out of my mind.”

“Smart call,” I mumble, distracted by her nakedness. She’s so unashamed, like she’s comfortable in her skin. Maybe she feels the way I do, like this is natural. As if Amani and I are puzzle pieces, even if it’s just for right now. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Head to toe.”

Her cheeks turn red. “Thank you,” she mutters, looking uncomfortable.

I chuckle, her sudden bashfulness kind of arousing. I like catching her off guard. “You’re completely unbothered being naked, legs spread in front of me, but a little compliment makes you blush like that?”

“I’m a complex creature, Adam. Buck-ass naked is fine, but when the guy I like tells me I’m pretty, I get a little girly about it. Sue me.”

Her pussy is on display in a brightly lit bathroom, and here I am, unable to look away from her pouty smile. “Hmm,” I murmur.

“What?” she asks.

Looking to my right, I spot an individually wrapped makeup cleansing wipe. Amani stares at me like I’ve lost it but doesn’t say anything when I tear the corner of the packet off with my teeth. Fisting the little wipe, I try to warm it up in my palm before I shake it out into a full square and drag it across her cheeks. “Do you mind?” I ask. She nods in reply before I wipe off the heavy layers of tan makeup until I see her freckles.

“There we go,” I say. “I really like your freckles.”

She touches her cheeks, still damp from the cloth. “Really? I hate them.”

I nod at her. “It’s going to be hard not to fall in love with these freckles.” I pull out the hair tie that’s holding her red ponytail in place. Her thick hair falls over her back and shoulders. Something’s different. This doesn’t feel like a hookup. It feels like a type of intimacy I remember from long ago.

Amani cradles my cheeks in her small, warm hands. “We don’t need love. Just some fun.”

“I can do fun,” I say, barely hearing my words. With Amani’s blessing, I stop worrying about what this means. I just focus on how it feels, and how many times I’ve fantasized about getting her in this position. Naked, spread, like a doll that’s mine to play with.

I run my longest finger up the center of her crease, savoring the sound of her moan. I play with her piercing, getting more excited by the way she’s squirming against my hand. Sick of my teasing, she bridges her hips askingly, and I oblige by pushing two fingers into her. She’s so tight, it’s a struggle to push past my knuckles, but she gasps then bites down on her bottom lip, like I’ve touched her favorite spot.

“I forgot how fucking good it feels to want someone like this,” she says, leaning back and resting the back of her head on the bathroom mirror.

I could tell her I feel the same. That it’s been a long time since I took my time to notice the little things. How sensitive her skin is, and everywhere I touch turns pink. The birthmark near her ankle that looks like a tic-tac-toe board. I could pick her knees out of a lineup.

But those are secrets that lovers share. This is different. I won’t make promises I can’t keep and we’re here for fun. So I keep my mouth shut and sink to my knees and hoist each of her thighs on either side of my shoulders.

“Full of surprises,” she mumbles, practically shaking with anticipation.

“Meaning?” I kiss the insides of her thighs, toggling back and forth from right to left, letting her need build.

“You go down the first time?”

I smile against her leg. “There are three things that make up a gentleman. Paying the dinner bill. Calling when you say you’re going to call. And eating pussy like it’s your very last meal.”

She snorts in laughter. “I think there’s more to it than that.”

“Really?” I latch on to her clit mercilessly, hollowing my cheeks before releasing her and shoving my tongue into her opening, tasting her arousal as she sucks in sharp breaths between her whimpers. I explore every single fold before I look up to see her watering eyes on me. “Like the view?” I ask.

She runs her hands through my hair and closes her fist. “Talk less. Keep going.”

I laugh. “Call me a perfect gentleman first.”

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