Page 29 of Last First Date
She makes a rough noise, and grabs for my hair, pulling me to her viciously. But I pull away and give her a stern look.
“Unh unh. Hands behind you, against the wall.”
She makes a noise that is part lust and part frustration, but she does what I tell her. “Eyes on me now.” Her eyes meet mine again, and I reward her by sucking on her pussy through the thin, soaking wet cotton of her panties.
Her thighs are trembling and I’m barely getting started. I can hardly wait to give her exactly what she needs. I reach a finger up and slide the cotton to one side and fasten my mouth to her bare skin. Then I take that same finger and press inside her, where she’s hot and wet and needy.
She throws her head back against my door, grinding down against my tongue. But she’s forgetting my rules again, so I reluctantly take my mouth off her and slide my finger out.
Her eyes fly open and the noise she makes is definitely all frustration this time, like she’s strangling on a scream. I raise my eyebrows at her and ever so slowly lick my finger clean.
“You taste fucking delicious. But you better keep your eyes on me and your hands where they belong this time, because when you can do exactly what I’ve told you to do, I’m not going to stop until you come all over my face.”
She takes a deep breath in, but her hands don’t move and her eyes don’t slide closed this time. Even when I slide my finger in tiny circles around her clit, then fasten my mouth on her and lick her again.
Her gaze doesn’t waver, but her eyes go fuzzy when my finger slides inside her again. She looks dreamy and unfocused, deep inside her head. And I am loving that it’s because of what I’m doing to her. I moan against her pussy, and she grinds down hard against my face.
I lap up every drop of the juices spilling from her and ease a second finger inside her. My fingers curl up to reach her G spot, and just like that, she’s clenching and writhing on top of me, riding out her release on my tongue and my hand.
I draw out her orgasm until she finally pulls her body away from my mouth, her eyes wild. “I never—” Her voice stops as she pants for breath. “I’ve never—”
“Shh,” I murmur. “Let’s go to my room right now and I’ll fix that for you.” I rise from the floor and make a show of licking my fingers again, because I’ve seen how hot it makes her. “Again.”
She’s still trembling and boneless against the door. Rather than give her time to recover, I lift her into my arms and kiss her deeply. I’m sure she can taste herself on my tongue, and even that quick thought makes me even more anxious to get her to my room and naked.
“Thomas.” She sighs against my mouth. “You’re going to ruin me.”
I can’t help the smile that follows her confession. “I promised you that you wouldn’t forget about me, baby. Now let’s go get your clothes off.”
“Yes, the Darcy gets naked first rule.” She hums in approval as I tote her down the hall, then place her on my bed. Her hair is a dark tangle on my pillows and I fucking love it.
I reach for her shirt, but she’s already pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. “I’m naked now. That means it’s your turn, right?” Her eyes drift down toward my crotch, and I can’t help the thrill I get from watching her stare at me.
“I thought there was something you needed help with first, Darcy.” I croon as I cover her body with my own. I trace the delicate line of her neck down to her chest, then latch onto one of her nipples and lick it rapidly.
The wet sound of my tongue laving her stiffened nipple is absolutely filthy, and her gasps and writhing tells me that she is getting off on this as much as I am. Her skin is every bit as soft as I’ve imagined. And she tastes sweet, a little bit salty, and with an undercurrent of soot left over from today’s big fire.
I reach for her pussy with my free hand and rub her clit in time with my assault on her nipples. Her back bows off the bed and she yells out my name, even as she rubs her hot, wet pussy against the quick tempo set by my fingers.
“Please,” she finally mutters. Her eyes are bright and feverish looking. “Please. I need to see you. All of you.” Her body twitches with an aftershock. “I want you inside me the next time I come.”
Her words are like lightning to my already overly sensitive dick. I move up from where she’s sprawled across my bed, and I can’t get out of my clothes quickly enough. When it’s finally freed from my pants, my dick is swollen and oozing.
“Holy shit,” she says softly. “It really is that big.”
I laugh and leap onto the bed next to her. “Thanks, but I really don’t need the pep talk.” I slide up next to her and wrap my arms around her.
She wriggles away from me for just long enough to eye my cock again, then she meets my eyes. “Abernathy, I have a serious question for you.”
Well that doesn’t sound good. Literally no conversation that is fun ever starts like that. I take a deep breath and nod. “Okay. Let me hear it.”
Her eyes flick to my cock again and it bobs in response. She looks at me again from underneath her eyelashes. “Don’t you ever get tired of carrying that thing around in your pants? I mean, it looks kind of heavy to me.”
I clamber on top of her and pin her beneath me, kissing her until she finally stops giggling. “It’s just a dick, baby. Haven’t you ever seen a grown man’s dick before?”
She smiles, that perfect mixture of naughty and nice. “I’ve never seen one quite like that.”
I look down between us at the topic of our conversation. “What’s wrong with my dick? I know I’m biased because it’s mine, but I like to think it’s a nice one.”
