I am between her tits, and suddenly, I hate my vintage Motley Crew tee she wore to bed. I get to her belly, lift the shirt, and dip my tongue in her belly button.
She pushes her leg out from underneath me so I am lying between them. She then bites her lip as I rub my morning stubble across her panties and she arches her back to me.
I stop and look up, and she reaches down then sticks her finger in my mouth. As I start to suck on it, she hooks that little finger and drags me by the jaw down toward her *.
“I want you there.”
“Is that so?” I half chuckle as she drags me closer.
I push her panties aside, tearing them accidentally, and then my mouth covers her. No lead up, no tease, I dive in.
“Yes, please … Oh, Hendrix … Caldwell … Oh, God!”
My tongue laps at her sweet, little honey pot, and I groan, unable and unwilling to hide the satisfaction I get out of her *. She moans, her hands fisting my hair as she pushes up against me.
I wrap my arms around her legs and spread her wider then motorboat that honey. I want her all over my face. I want to smell her all day. I want to feast on her forev—hours. Fuck!
She tenses as I feel her building. I shove my finger inside her, giving the come hither as I suck on her clit. It doesn’t take much more before she falls apart, pulling my hair, riding my hand, and crying out my name.
While she comes down from her high, I watch her pant and think to myself, Jimmy Hendrix would have died a happy man if he was asphyxiated by her * instead of his own vomit. I sure as hell could check out right now and be a happy man, and I haven’t even come yet.
Yet.
I kiss up her body, dragging her shirt up with my teeth and uncovering her breast.
“Consent?”
“Given,” she pants as I take her little pebble in my mouth and circle it with my tongue.
I tear myself away from her and sit up on my knees. Then, I grab her behind the knees and pull her closer before lining myself up. I stroke my head up and down her drenched slit and groan. As I look up, she is pushing up on her elbows to watch.
“Fucking hot.”
“Sexy,” she says, nudging forward, asking without words for my cock.
“Sexy,” I say as I slam into her.
“Hendrix!” is screamed again, while I still when I am all in.
“Sorry, Livi, I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t,” she moans, “Make Lo—” She stops and squeezes her eyes shut. Then, in the tiniest, littlest voice, I hear her brave the words, “Fuck me.”
And fuck her, I do. Her hips in hand, I slam in and out of her as she fists the sheets, looking sexy as fuck, and I keep at it. Her head thrashes from side to side as she bites her lip.
Her * strangles me, letting me know she’s ready to come again. I quicken the pace, wanting to release with her, come together, her and I.
Moments later, I do come, holding nothing back, and she is right there with me. Fucking screaming orgasm, best kind there is.
Afterward, her eyes are hooded, yet open as she watches me roll to my side. She is panting and so am I as I watch her stare blankly at the ceiling.
I take her hand and rub her knuckles before I rub them across my lips. “Best * ever.”
She swallows hard and nods once.
“Shit, did I do something wr—”
“Did you have a condom on?” Her voice trembles.
“You know I didn’t. No time; couldn’t help it. I’m clean, though. I’ve been tested. Never been bareback before, and your * is so tight I’m sure nothing has been in there in a while.” I roll to my side and plant a kiss on her swollen red lips.
She sits up slowly and pulls the shirt down. She can’t even look at me. Tears well in her eyes, and I feel like I have been punched in the gut twice. First, because she is about to cry, and second, because I don’t ever get caught in the moment, not after Mom.
“Okay, don’t cry, Livi. Shit,” I say as I grab her hand, pulling her up to give her a little hug. “I’m clean. I never go without a condom.”
“I’m clean, too. I lost someone, so I get tested.” She wipes her eyes and looks up at me. “What if…”
“What if, what?” I am trying not to panic. I don’t wanna freak her out any more than she probably is. “I swear, Livi, I am clean.”
“You sterile, too?”
“No.” I laugh. “Besides, you’re on the pill or that shot thing, right?”
“No,” she mumbles.
I jump up. “You aren’t!” Holy fuck! I never even considered that shit. I grab her hand and lead her in the bathroom. “You wanna try to—I don’t know—clean it up?” I let go of her by the toilet and walk to the tub. “How hot can you—I mean … how do you like your bath?”
“I like hot.” She sniffs.
I look back at her as I turn the water on, secretly wanting to scorch those little fuckers swimming around up in there.
“Livi, I wasn’t trying to be a dick. I assumed and well…”
“I wasn’t even thinking about—”