“Were you wet before you touched yourself?” I ask, bending over her and licking between her breasts. I pull a nipple into my mouth and she arches her back, hands fisting my hair and breaths growing hurried and sharp. A whimpered yes catches in her throat when I drag my teeth across the hardened peak.
I know at any second someone could come walking into this room, see the bottoms of my legs, hear Brooke’s quiet, aching noises and investigate behind the curtain.
What would Brooke do? Would she stop me? Cover herself up while I continue working her with my mouth? Maybe she wasn’t only shaking when she stepped inside here because this is a first for her. Maybe she was thinking about the risk, doing this here when we can easily be somewhere more private, a room with four walls and a lock on the door.
I don’t relish in the thought of anyone seeing Brooke, topless and coming against my face, but I want to give her this. Be the person she associates with this memory.
With a thick voice, she begins begging me with quiet words.
More and move and more and yes.
“How wet were you?” I ask her, kissing her ribs, her stomach, licking the skin of her hip. The sweetness from her lotion soaks into my throat, making me dizzy and delirious.
She tastes too good. Smells too good.
“V-very. It was dripping down my leg.”
“Fuck, Brooke,” I growl, ducking my head, meeting her gaze as I press my lips against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. “Here?” I ask, opening my mouth and sucking.
She nods, her lips parting, fingers digging into my scalp. “Higher too.”
I smile against her. “Obviously. But I rather like kissing you here. Can I keep going?”
“Mm.” She tugs gently on my hair. “No. Move up. I want you to taste me.”
“I am.”
I switch legs and slowly drag my tongue closer to her *, kissing and licking her skin. She never stops watching me, her hazel eyes wide and hungry, capturing and captivating me.
“Play with your tits,” I tell her, blowing against her clit.
With a soft cry, she lifts and squeezes them, rolling her nipples between her fingers as I slide her legs to my shoulders. I press my nose against her clit and inhale, groaning, blinking up and seeing the awe bloom across her face.
She’s beautiful; the way she smells, the way she tastes. That heavy look in her eyes as she watches me.
“Say something,” she pleads, moving her hands over her breasts.
I take a slow lick, my eyes nearly rolling closed in ecstasy. “Mi stai rovinando.”
You’re ruining me.
Her eyes widen ever so slightly. “What does that mean?”
I open my mouth to tell her but she silences me with her fingers against my lips.
“Don’t,” she whispers, slowly removing her hand and bringing it back to her breast. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
There it is; that quiet panic lingering, never too far away when she begins to feel something unfamiliar or different. The little protective shield she slides into place until she senses it’s okay and safe to let herself just fucking be with me.
I’ll wait. Stand still or move, I don’t care. I’ll go where she goes.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lean forward again and press my mouth between her legs.
Brooke drops her head back with a sigh, quietly crying, “oh, God.” Her thighs tense in my hands while she openly gropes her breasts, her fingers twisting and pulling on her nipples.
I stay as unhurried as I can with my tongue, with my lips sucking gently on her clit. Teasing. Slow. Slower. Drawing this out, leisurely building her to the point of madness. I lick up one side and down the other, again and again. Ignoring where she is wettest until I can’t fucking think straight, until I need her coating my mouth more than I need to fucking breathe.
I slide my hand up her stomach and over her ribs to palm her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She gasps and lifts her hips against my mouth, rocking into me, seeking out her release with gentle, pleading circles.