You aren’t hungry for me?
Me
Oh, you want me to eat you out?
Astrid
Of course. Unless you’re opposed
Me
I’ll be there in five!
Astrid
I’ll be naked in bed, just come in.
I never turned her down. Making Astrid lose her damn mind was my greatest pursuit. True to her word, she was in bed—naked and willing. I didn’t even disrobe. I dove between her legs, tasting how wet and excited she already was. Astrid pulled my hair and moaned my name. The smell and sound of her gave me pleasure. She was desperate for me, and nothing else would do. The feeling was mutual. I escaped all my self-doubt here between her beautiful pale thighs. I might be shit at everything, but not this.
“Make me cum,” Astrid said. “Make me lose it, Parker.”
I looked up. “You don’t tell me what to do, Astrid.”
“Please, baby,” Astrid pleaded. “I need it.”
Torturing her appealed the most. She wanted it. So, I stopped, wiping my chin and slipped my fingers inside her. She shivered, her eyes locked on mine.
“Good? Does this work?” I asked.
She nodded, biting her lip. The look of her writhing there satisfiedme like no other visual. I delayed my gratification, knowing it would be all the more amazing when I did get to take her and fuck her hard.
“More, please, Parker,” Astrid clamped my hand against her pussy.
I obliged—I thrust in one finger, then two. The louder she panted, the wetter she got. I knew she wanted me to make her squirt. She was greedy.
“How did you get this wet waiting for me?” I asked.
“I may have been touching myself when I texted you. I’m a naughty, greedy girl.”
“Will you be a good girl and cum for me, Astrid? Scream for me?”
“Ouais,” Astrid moaned, throwing her head back. “Mon Dieu! Parker, don’t stop!”
I could not resist the melange of French and English that spilt from Astrid. She shuddered, pressing my palm against her clit as she pulled around my fingers. I continued to tickle her engorged g-spot as she screeched—fully taken by the satisfaction I gave her. She was dripping—having exploded all over me.
“You’re going to have to wash the duvet, darling,” I said.
Astrid pulled me towards her, wrapping me in a kiss. I wanted to be in her so badly.
“I am a very dirty girl, what can I say?”
My mobile vibrated in my pocket. She felt it.
“What is it?”
I groaned at it. “Mum. I’m about to be very late for lunch, Asti.”
Astrid rolled her eyes, pouting. “You don’t want to have me? After I’ve been so selfish?”