Page 25 of Werewolf Heart

“You’re having a laugh,” she says, face serious.

“Nope. Did not have this six pack before. I mean, I was getting there! I was going to the gym three times a week! I was on a healthy diet—”

She puts a finger over his lips, laughing.

“I know you were fit before, Rob. It was hard not to notice.” She gets on his lap, puts her arms around his neck. “Is this okay?”

And for the first time she sounds nervous, she even bites her lip as she gazes up at him. He blushes harder.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine,” he says, placing his hands on her waist. “Is this okay?”

She nods. “More than okay.”

Both of them reach closer, closer— they close the gap. It’s a soft kiss. It reminds Robert of his first girlfriend, Erica, after they went to the cinema and they held hands as they waited for his mum to pick them up. It had been quick, too. Sweet. But this time, Robert is filled with a delight which erupts from his chest and fills him head to toe. He kisses Sara again. Prolongs the touch, slowly wetting her lower lip. She moans and does the same to him. It isn’t long before she is thrusting forward on his lap and opening her mouth as they kiss. She tastes like the iced coffee she has every morning. A bit of the banana bread she baked two days ago. Robert can even smell her body lotion as if she just opened it straight from the box. The lavender fabric softener from her clothes. Her shampoo. Her perfume— Everything is just Sara.

Robert is hard as a rock. (He would be embarrassed if he weren’t so turned on.)

“God,” he moans. “I really want to taste you.”

She stops the kiss. Rob gets a good look: lips puffy, pupils dilated, out of breath. He did that to her, he realises.

I made her into a mess.

He wants to do it again.

“Yeah?” Sara thrusts her hips harder, like she’s telling him she knows how much she’s affecting him. “Then do it, baby. Pull my knickers down and taste me.”

Rob grabs her hips and turns her around on the sofa. She huffs. He worries.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t warn you. You okay?”

She chuckles, lifts a hand to go over his curls. “Better than ever. I liked it. Spontaneous sex is good now and then.”

“O-Okay.”

“Well, come on then,” she presses her legs high, sliding her shorts ever so slowly. “Didn’t you want to eat me out, Rob?”

He grabs her legs and hoists them on each side of his head. Her laughter drowns out as he sniffs her inner thighs. They smell so comforting, so inviting, he bites one of them, close to her knickers. She gasps as he leaves his mark. Robert watches her as he licks over the blooming bruise. Sara lets out the tiniest whimper. He decides to lick over her underwear—where there’s already a wet spot—Robert leaves kisses all over, getting off at the impatient sounds she’s making.

“Rob,” Sara whines, hits a pillow over his head. “Come on. You said you’d taste me!”

He chuckles. “Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He says innocently. And licks over the top, right where her clit is. Her legs tremble around him.

“Y-You prick!” She says, frustrated as all hell. “Come on, Rob. Please?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he says between wet kisses to her knickers. “I’m very comfortable over here.”

“Rob!” She whines louder.

Robert thinks she looks cute like this. All flustered and a mess. She is just so easy to tease, so pretty and vulnerable, and all his.

“Say pretty please,” he whispers, pushing the knickers aside, rubbing one finger across her outer lips. “Say, Rob, will you please eat me, pretty please? I’ll be good.”

“You asshole—”

He slides his tongue pass the outer labia, leaving a wet kiss to her centre, suckling on her right inner lip. He pulls, groans at the sharp taste of her cunt.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he kisses her inner thigh, bites it, leaves another one of his marks. “Ready to be good, Sara?”

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