Page 154 of Between the Lines

She stands in front of me in a white towel, wrapped tightly around her frame. Her hair is wet, draped on her shoulders, and she smells faintly like soap.

I recognize her expression. It’s one of determination, like I’ve seen on her so many times before.

“Come here,” I say.

She takes a deep breath and steps forward, a flush cresting her cheeks. From the hot water or the kisses, I don’t know.

“I’m turned on.” She says it like it’s a surprise.

I smile. “That’s good, sweetheart. Wanna lie down? Wanna stand?”

She hesitates at the foot of the large bed, but finally sits on the edge and lies down on her back. The fluffy towel is still wrapped tightly around her.

“I think here.” She spreads her arms out, touching the soft covers of the bed. “It’s comfortable.”

I look through the weekend bag I’d quickly packed. A few of the vibrators she has are in there. I grab two, a smaller one and its larger cousin, and put them in the pocket of my sweats.

I start at her thighs, slowly moving upward. Gradually, inch by inch, I fold the towel up. It spreads like the petals of a flower, revealing her stomach, her slender hips. The delicate pink folds between her legs.

I kiss her inner thighs, across her hip bones. Blow warm air across her pussy. The need to taste her is so overwhelming, it’s making my cock ache again. But I don’t rush this. I won’t.

“Aiden,” she whispers again. I could listen to her saying my name forever. It plays like a melody in my head.

I use my hands first. I brush the pads of my fingers up and down her seam, her legs still closed. I find her clit and circle it softly through the hood.

She watches me, her breathing quick. Seems like the anticipation is getting to her just as much as it is to me.

I part her thighs. “Bend them for me, sweetheart.”

She spreads open easily, trustingly, before throwing an arm over her face. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She’s beautiful. All pink skin that glistens lightly in the overhead light.

She’s wet.

I lean closer, kissing her inner thigh, pausing at the crease where her leg meets her pussy.

“Trust me,” I tell her. “You smell so good, and you look perfect. Have I told you how pretty your pussy is?”

Her reply is muffled. “No.”

I chuckle, my breath warming her already hot flesh. “Well, it is. You are. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to enjoy this.” I bend and touch my lips to her. I kiss across her folds, the hood of her clit. The seam and just barely over her entrance. Soft, open-mouthed kisses. All the while, I stroke across her smooth skin. Her hips, her stomach, her thighs.

Her body slowly relaxes under my touch.

“Oh,” she whispers. “That feels… okay.”

I smile against her thigh. “Okay?”

“It feels better than I thought it would.”

I grin. “A good start, but I can get that up a bit higher.”

“You sure I taste all right?”

“You taste incredible. I could do this for hours.”

I reach for the slim pocket vibrator. We’ve played around with it a lot, and I know she likes its vibrations. It won’t hurt to keep things familiar for the first time she’s let a man eat her out in ten years.

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