Page 43 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
She grabs her skirt, trying to remove it herself, but I’m not having that. It’s bunched up on her hips from our previous position. I grab it on both sides and remove it along with her underwear at the same time. The move is a little awkward, but I work quickly, setting the clothing on the floor beside us.
Thank fuck I decided to put a big ass sectional in here; it can fit us both comfortably, and it’s long enough that I can lie between her legs. Her head is lifted, and I could get addicted to the way her eyes watch me.
“Tell me what you like, sweetheart. I want to know if it feels good or not,” I tell her honestly.
She nods as she continues to watch me. With her eyes on mine, I lower my head and lick her once, twice.
Then, I’m a fucking goner.
I’m confident this can’t be doing much for her, but I can’t help that the second her taste hits my tongue, I want nothing more than to get every drop of her into my mouth. Reminding myself I want this to be good for her, I slow down, sucking her clit in between my lips gently.
When she moans, I do it again.
“That’s it. I love your mouth on my clit, baby. Can you use your fingers too?” The confidence in her voice as she tells me what she needs is so damn sexy.
I do as she says, inserting a finger inside her. Instantly, she’s clenching around it.
“My pussy is so greedy for you, baby. Add another.”
Fuck, I’m going to come in my damn jeans. I add a second finger as I pull her clit between my teeth.
“Oh, fuck. That feels good,” she says on a moan.
My eyes meet hers, finding so much heat there.
She licks her lips before giving me more direction. “Curl your fingers a little bit.”
I do, and her responding moan sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yes, just like that. Fuck my cunt with your fingers, Theo.” Her voice is raspy. She lifts her shirt, pushing her bra up until her tits are out. Her fingers start to play with her nipples as she watches me.
With my fingers still inside her, fucking her like she wants, I tell her, “You taste so good, Henley. I could eat your pussy every fucking day, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
She whimpers slightly at the loss of contact. Returning my mouth to her center, I run my tongue from where my fingers are pumping into her all the way back up to where she wants me, closing my mouth back over her swollen clit.
“I’m going to come. You’re doing so fucking good, Theo. I’m going to come all over your fingers,” she praises me.
I love it. I really fucking love that. I curl my fingers inside her again, and she clenches around them with a loud moan.
It’s not the scream I wanted, but I can get there. I know I can.
“Fuck yes. So good,” she says as I lick her through her orgasm.
We never break eye contact, my tongue cleaning up everything she gives me. When the last of the aftershock runs through her, I lift my head with a smile plastered on my face. Removing my fingers, I suck them into my mouth, cleaning them off.
Reaching down, I grab her discarded panties from the floor and unzip my jeans. She watches me with her brow raised.
“Hope you didn’t plan on getting these back, Getaway Girl. I think they’re mine now,” I tell her as I slide my pants and boxers down enough to set my cock free.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the view of me fucking myself with her panties. “Oh, fuck.”
Henley tries to scramble up, but I shake my head. “Not tonight. This was for you. We’ve got plenty of time.”
Her lips curl up into a pout, and suddenly, I want to give her exactly what she wants.
But I won’t.
She’s fucking adorable, freshly fucked and half naked, pouting because I won’t let her touch me. I meant what I said, though. We have plenty of time.
