“You keep touching me like that, I’m going to need to touch you back.”
Helen sat up part way and yanked her shirt off her head. She stayed like that, letting me see her, watching me while I drank in her pretty tits, the tight, brown nipples, the perfectly round swell of them. Then she cupped one, thumbing her nipple, sighing.
I licked my top lip, hungry for her. “Give it to me.”
She dropped forward, bringing her breast to my mouth, and that was it. I was done, gone, fully lost in everything that was Helen. Latching on, I sucked deep, bringing more mewls from her. Her legs shifted and tangled with mine under the sheets. We grappled with each other, touching, kissing, licking.
Helen felt as good as I thought she would. God, she felt even better. Hot and solid, silky and soft, her skin was like nothing I’d ever had in my hands. I rolled her to her back, and she spread her legs, welcoming me between them. But if my cock came anywhere close to her heat, I’d need to be inside. Helen was on fire, but I wasn’t sure we were going there. Not now.
More importantly, I needed my mouth on her before I did anything else.
Rearing back on my knees, I took her in. Swollen lips. Silky hair spread over her white sheets. Puckered nipples. Taut belly. Perfection. The beauty ideal I hadn’t realized I’d carried with me my whole life until I found her.
She hooked her fingers on my waistband. “Stop wasting time, Theodore,” she panted. “Get back here.”
Cuffing her wrists, I tucked them to her sides. “Shut up and let me look at you. After I do that, I’m going to eat you until I’m satisfied.”
Her belly rippled with a breathy laugh. “Until you’re satisfied?”
“Yeah, baby. You woke me up, pulled me out of a peaceful sleep, so I need compensation. Eating your pussy is what I’m taking.” I patted her hip. “Lift up.”
She raised her butt from the bed so I could slide her shorts off. When I got a look at her, I nearly came in my underwear. From looking. She wasn’t even touching me. Jesus, she was pretty everywhere. Smooth skin, bare pussy, low, low tan lines, fucking gorgeous.
I traced the line where her skin went from tan to pale, only inches from her slit. “I need to see the bikini that gave you these tan lines. Then I need to burn it so no one else ever sees it.”
Her hips rolled. “Stop talking.”
Cupping her between her legs, I grazed her little clit with my thumb. “You want this? You want my mouth on you?”
Nodding, she wrapped her legs around my waist. “I’m beginning to think you’re all talk. Do you even know how to eat a puss—?”
Hands around her calves, I flipped her to her belly and slid my arm under her to raise her hips. Then I was on her, spreading her thighs and burying my face between them. She moaned at the first lash of my tongue, from clit to ass. I grunted in response, diving deeper, sucking, licking, tasting every inch of her. Holding on to her hips, my thumbs kept her lips parted, displaying all of her to me. Dark pink, glistening with my spit and her desire, she was a work of art. A gorgeous, naughty masterpiece.
Helen reached behind her to thread her fingers through my hair and curl them around a fistful of it. Using her grip on me, she shoved me closer, rocking her hips to ride my face.
“So good, Theo,” she cooed. “I’m going to come for you. I’ve never, Theo, I’ve never—” A long moan cut off whatever she’d been about to say.
“Theo, please, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged.
If I could have spoken, I would have assured her I’d never stop. Never leave her alone until she got hers. And even then, I might not stop, not with her tasting the way she did, smelling and looking so perfect. I was already addicted.
Helen’s thighs started to shake. She reached forward, then outward, nails scrambling for purchase on the sheets. Neck arching, she tossed her head back, her long hair spilling all the way down her back to the base of her spine. My name fell from her lips on a drawn-out moan of soul-rending pleasure.
I flipped her to her back again and kept at her, licking her, sucking her, filling myself to the brim with her sweetness. Legs over my shoulders, heels digging into my back, Helen writhed on the bed, just as lost as I was. My cock was aching, pressing into the mattress, so close to losing it, I was shocked I hadn’t. My control was tenuous, but I held it so fucking tight, it was close to strangling. Because I could not lose it with this girl. Not all of it. I had to remember who she was, what she’d shown me, what she carried.
Helen came again, and again after that. I would have kept going, but she grabbed my hair and dragged me up her body. For a second, she held my face and stared, frozen except for her feet on the backs of my legs. Then she raised her head to suck on my lips, taking her flavor into her mouth and moaning.
“Theodore,” her legs banded around my waist, trapping me against her, “why aren’t you inside me?”
“Got busy for a while.” I nibbled her bottom lip. “I need you to tell me that’s what you want.”
She tucked her face in my throat, nodding while she kissed me. “That’s what I want. Right now. Give it to me. Please.”
There was my soft. What I needed to hear. My shorts were lost somewhere in the sheets, then Helen’s hand was on me, stroking so well, all I could do was stay still and let it happen.
“Come on,” she said against my lips. “Come inside and let me have this. I’ll give you me. Come on.”
“Shit, fuck.” I peered down at the beauty under me. “Condom.”
“Nightstand. Our RA gave all of us a strip when we moved in.”
I found them in her drawer and ripped open the packet. “Remind me to thank them later.”
“This is just ours, Theodore. Only for us.”
“I know.” Condom on, I fell over her, holding myself up on my forearms. “I get what you’re giving me. I get it.”
Biting her bottom lip, she raised her hips, my tip nudging her entrance. “Take it then.”
Her wet heat surrounded me as I pushed in. Jesus, I tried to go slow, to savor my first feel of her, but it was impossible, not with her fingertips gripping my shoulders tight, her thighs spread wide and welcoming. Not with her lids lowered to half-mast, watching me join our bodies.
I drove into her to the hilt, and I did not stop. Retreating as far as I could without leaving her, I returned to her in another hard thrust. Helen was with me, meeting me, sighing when I slid away, moaning when I came back.
God, I didn’t want to think about anyone else, not when I was inside Helen for the first time, but it took one thrust for me to know I’d never had better. Helen was so there, so incredibly present and part of what we were doing. It wasn’t just me fucking her. We were fucking each other, and goddamn, that made all the difference.
My mouth covered hers, kissing her hard and fierce. She answered with her own brand of fierce, nipping my lips, sucking my tongue.