“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned softly.
Fuck.
Thatwas the wrong thing to do.
My dick was painfully hard now. Every soft swipe of her tongue made it jump, and I knew if I didn’t stop now, I’d pay for that shit later. So I gradually eased up, giving her a final peck before I pulled away.
“See?” I said, trying to play it cool. “No big deal.”
Her eyes left mine and fluttered down to the tent my dick was making in my towel. Embarrassed, I stepped back and adjusted myself as best I could. She kept staring, her face blank.
“Study long, you study wrong.”
“Huh?”
“Quit staring at my dick, Malika.”
She finally looked up. “But I thought you said—”
“I told you I like to kiss. I can’t control my body’s reaction to it. It don’t mean shit. I’m good.”
If she knew I was lying, she didn’t let on. I knew, though, and a few minutes later, I was in my bathroom beating off, trying to ward off the blue balls I knew were coming.
It didn’t quench my thirst, though.
I wantedher.