Page 60 of The Attraction File

TWENTY-FOUR

Evaleen

Where was I?

Oh, that’s right, Edgar was blowing my mind with his tongue.

I had never been kissed like that. Ever. Not even close. If men had kissed me like that before, I would have handed in my V-card years ago.

Yet he stopped. Why had Edgar stopped kissing me? He was asking me something but the sexual fog was drowning out any sound. I heard grunts and that growl. Fuck, that growl did it for me.

Was that weird? I hoped not. Having him lose it like that over just kissing me, well, I knew my panties were soaked.

“No, Edgar, I want to keep kissing. So, shut up and start smacking your lips on my face.”

“You’re bossy. I like that.”

I tilted my head, my eyesight slowly clearing. “You’re just now figuring out that I’m bossy?”

Then he smacked me on my ass. My legs were still wrapped around him as he sat up so my ass was raised.

I liked it. In fact, I arched my back and groaned. Just like when he pinched my nipples. It seemed anything Edgar did to me felt incredible.

“How about I take off this skirt of yours? You have it bunched up anyway.” Edgar focused on it, slipping his finger just under the hem and lifting it. Peeking like a little pervert.

“You like looking up women’s skirts?”

He didn’t stop but his eyes flickered to mine. “I like looking up yours.”

“Take it off,” he added.

How could anyone say no to a man with a chest so cut I was afraid I would leave with scrapes. A man that looked like a Nordic god. When his dimples made an appearance, I think every cell in my body detonated.

I twisted my body and unhooked the back of my skirt, unzipping it with trembling fingers. He gave a tug and it slipped right off.

His nostrils flared as he stared at my panties. “I knew it,” he whispered.

I looked down. “Knew what?”

His face fell to my lap, hands cupping my thighs and he inhaled. “Fuck, I knew you would have the sexiest panties under all these clothes.” His sight drifted to my blouse. “How about your bra? Does it match?”

“Yeah.”

My body throbbed in just about every place I never realized it could. His eyes ate me, and I worried his mouth was next.

Not that I was scared of his mouth down there. Even though I had heard of going down on a woman but never had the experience, it didn’t scare me. I had given a few blow jobs in my time, and even though I didn’t like how the men treated me during it, they seemed to enjoy themselves. I figure if a woman could go down on a man, why couldn’t a man go down on a woman? It only seemed fair.

I was worried what that would entail. The logistics of it. Where do I put my hands? What if I had to fart? These are things that went through my head at the worst times, like now.

“Can I see?” Edgar said.

“Only if I can see yours too.”

Wow, that sounded dumb. Way to go, Evaleen. I had to make the sexiest, most erotic experience of my life into a play yard taunt.

“I’ll show you anything you want.”

He unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. His pants hit the floor and I was left with Edgar in the smallest pair of gray briefs I had ever seen on a man. Obviously, I hadn’t seen many men in person in underwear of any kind, but I had seen movies and television shows, and mannequins in store displays. There always seemed to be more fabric on the brief, but this basically covered his package and ass cheeks and not much else.

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