Page 27 of Autumn's Coming

She rose, wobbling a little as she stood. I picked myself up and took her hand.

She let me lead her down the hall to my bedroom.

She started to break away from me, to walk toward the bed, but I caught her and pulled her close again. I kissed her hard, moaning against her mouth.

She kissed me back.

I reached down, tugging down the zipper of her skirt.

It fell to the floor. She stepped out of her heels.

I reached back to unhook her bra, and she shimmied out of it, tossing it to the floor.

I needed her. Now.

I pushed her back toward the bed. She went willingly, sitting on the mattress.

I stood over her, pulling down her panties.

She was soaked already.

“Lie back.”

Autumn nodded, leaning back on the mattress. She spread her legs, biting her lip as she looked up at me.

I pushed her legs apart and leaned over her.

“What are you—oh!”

She fell silent as I ran my tongue over her.

I knew I was good at this, and I wanted to make Autumn feel good. I wanted to make sure she would come back.

She put her hands in my hair, pulling a little.

I smiled to myself, working a little harder, a little faster.

Her voice rose. I could feel the tension in her body as she worked toward her release.

I didn’t stop.

She let out a cry, her hips lifting off the bed and grinding against my face. I held her, letting her pull my hair as she came.

I lifted my head as she slumped back to the bed. While she recovered, I undressed, found a condom in the nightstand.

I needed her.

I crawled on the bed, settling over her. She looked up at me and smiled shyly.

“Nobody’s ever made me come before,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Did you—?”

“Oh, yeah.” She laughed softly.

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