Page 19 of Spreading Her Wings

She shivered, squealing when I tugged her shorts from under her and down her legs. “I really am fake-dumping your ass when we get back from Vegas.” Her sentence was broken up by a small moan when I ran my thumb over her clit.

“I love it when you talk dirty, but the next word I hear from these lips is going to be my name.” Her giggle was interrupted when I kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth.

I reached under her, sliding her across the counter towards me and running my thumb in lazy circles over her clit. She rocked against me, begging for more. I smiled and slipped my finger into her, curling it against that spot that made her gasp and nearly levitate from the counter.

Katie rocked her hips as she rode my hand. For a moment, the only sound was her panting and my fingers sliding into her. When I bit down on her lip, she cried out, leaning into me and tilting her head back. Her lip was still between my teeth, and she whimpered.

She dug her nails into the side of my neck, causing me to hiss, and she clung onto me like the counter would give out from beneath her, her pussy gripping my fingers. “Auston! Oh my god,” she moaned, my dick growing painfully hard against my zipper.

“Give in, kitten.”

I didn’t know if I wanted her to give in to whatever this growing tension between us was or if I wanted her to come on my hand, but when her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she closed her thighs around me, I knew it was both.

Her body shook, but as she finished, I continued. She looked at me nervously when I narrowed my eyes, putting my hands on her thighs and spreading them. Leaning in, I inhaled, breathing in the scent of her arousal.

I kneeled in front of her, gripping her legs in my hands and holding them apart as she fought against me. She was sensitive, coming down from her orgasm, and when I leaned in and sucked her clit into my mouth, she shrieked. The sound was high pitched and cut through the sound of our breathing and the ticking of the oven timer behind me.

She clawed at my hair, desperately tugging while I held her in place and continued my assault. Katie tasted sweet, more delicious than the brownie batter I’d licked from her fingers, andI buried my face deeper. The timer behind me went off at the same time the muscles in her legs rippled, and it caused her to jump. I tightened my hold, running my tongue slowly along the full length of her slit.

“You better come for me again if you don’t want our brownies to burn.”

My senses were overwhelmed with the sweet warmth of her pussy and the smell of the chocolate filling the kitchen. Katie dropped back onto the counter when I grazed my teeth along the sensitive bud and sucked it into my mouth, rolling it between my lips. She searched desperately for anything she could grasp onto as she reached another climax, finally finding her way back to my hair and yanking. The pain made my erection twitch, and for a moment, I considered burning the brownies to a crisp and fucking her until she was part of the countertop.

“Holy shit. How do you do that?” she asked me, sitting up and running her hand through her hair.

“Your sweet pussy tells me everything I need to know, kitten,” I told her, pulling her off the counter and folding my arms around her. “That and the way you scream for me.”

She gasped and swatted at my chest, turning quickly when she remembered the timer that had already gone off. A sweet pout caused her bottom lip to curl. “They’re burnt,” she whined, a genuine look of disappointment decorating her features. Did I see her lip tremble?

I took the pan from her, setting it on the counter and slicing the brownies with a knife. They were still too hot and crumbled behind the blade. I picked up one of the messy squares and took a large bite. It burned my tongue, and there was definitely a slightly charred taste from baking too long, but I groaned.

“The best brownies I’ve ever had,” I told her. It wasn’t a complete lie. If they weren’t burnt, they probably would have been the best I’d ever had. “But they’re not as sweet as you are.”

She blushed, looking down and picking at a piece of brownie. She darted her eyes around like she was suddenly nervous. “Are you going to leave?” she whispered.

My stomach sank. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to eat burnt brownies and stare at this woman I’d known for years but had never really looked at. “Do you want me to leave?”

She shivered when I brushed her loose hair behind her ear, running my fingers through the strands to the ends. “I don’t think so.”

“Then no, I’m not going to leave.” The look of relief on her face was obvious. She wanted me to stay. “Now give me another one of these brownies.”

I grabbed another crumbling brownie, hooking my free arm around Katie’s waist and lifting her against my side. Carrying her with me, I walked into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. Katie fell next to me, and I pulled her into my side again before shoving half of the brownie into my mouth.

“You’re getting crumbs all over my couch!” She was smiling, even as she whined. “Why did I invite you again?”

“You didn’t.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, reveling in the sound of her quiet giggle when I did.

I stuffed the rest of the brownie into my mouth, chuckling when crumbs tumbled off my chest and to the ground, followed by Katie’s gaze.

“You’re impossible.” She groaned, but she settled against my chest, letting out a small hum when I aimlessly trailed my fingers up and down her arm. We sat in a comfortable silence, listening only to the sound of our breathing. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” she asked.

“Not even kind of.”

I was staring down at her when she lifted her gaze to meet mine. “Why not?”

“I’m content just sitting with you. I don’t know why, kitten, but I want to know you.” The admission earned me a quiet giggle.

“Auston, you’ve known me for like eleven years,” she said, rolling her eyes and looking away. She laughed again, but when I tucked my finger under her chin and pulled her eyes back to mine, a serious look settled on her face.

---