My giddy ass can’t help but smile as I close my own drapes.
“Oh God.” Stevie leans up on her elbows. “My brother can see in here, huh?”
“Probably.”
“Thank God he’s out of town, but we are never opening those drapes again.”
I find my way to stand between her legs. “Fine.” I unbutton the top of her jeans. “Then you’re never wearing clothes again.”
Placing her hands on mine, she stops me from undressing her. “Can you turn off the lights?” Her blue-green eyes are pleading.
Releasing the zipper, I run both palms down her jean-covered thighs. “Do you trust me?”
“Zee—”
“Stevie, do you trust me? Because I trust you to know everything about me, so do you trust me to see your body? I’ve seen in the dark, I’ve felt it in my hands, and I want nothing more than to worship it with the lights on.”
She releases a deep, resigned sigh, the stress from her face dissipating. “Of course, I trust you.”
“Good.” I unzip her jeans. “Because I’m about to eat you out like you’re the last goddamn meal on the planet.”
She takes a breath, lying back, and from the stiffness in her body, I can sense her nerves.
Pausing my movements, I lean over her. “But only if you want me to. We aren’t going to do anything you don’t like or feel comfortable with, but if you’re worried about it being something I don’t like, that’s not the case.”
“I just...” she stumbles. “I think it feels good, but I...I’m just kind of self-conscious about it.”
Brows furrowed, I ask, “Someone made you feel that way?”
She shrugs her shoulders, looking away.
Hatred fills me for every man who has ever been before me, and not just because they’ve had a taste of what’s mine, but because they made her feel anything less than the stunning woman she is.
“Well, Vee, I’ve been dreaming about burying my head between your legs since around the time we met, so I want to. But if you don’t, then we won’t.”
She hesitates, contemplating her decision. “I want you to,” she quietly admits.
A sneaky smile lifts on my lips as I slip my sweatshirt off over my head. My palms engulf her thighs, thumbs exploring. “If you want me to stop, say something. Otherwise, I don’t plan on coming up for air until my lips are covered in your cum.”
“Jesus.” She falls back onto the kitchen island behind her. “You have no filter.”
I pull her hips to me, off the edge, rolling my pelvis against the spot between her legs. A soft needy whimper escapes her throat as she arches her back, repeating the motion.
Finding the waistband, I swiftly peel the jeans off her thick thighs, needing to feel her warmth instead of the denim. But when her pants hit the floor, I’m stuck in a trance, mesmerized by the dark purple see-through thong that does absolutely nothing other than make my dick strain against my sweatpants.
“Um...” I stumble before swallowing. “These are...yeah...fuck.”
Flattening my thumb against her, I skim the mesh texture, wetting my hand and causing Stevie to arch into me.
“Did you think something was going to happen tonight when you picked these out, sweetheart?”
“I was hoping,” she moans, writhing under my touch, needing more friction.
Glad we’re on the same page with that because I’ve been hoping, praying, dreaming of this.
Lifting her hips, I peel off the flimsy plum fabric, dropping it to the ground. A breath hitches in my throat when her soft brown pussy comes into clearer view, already glistening with her arousal.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
My fingers skim against her clit, circling, and the sight of Stevie’s almost bare body with her curly hair sprawled on my kitchen island causes my cock to grow painfully hard.
“Keep your hips off the edge.” I get on my knees, draping her legs over my shoulders. “Good girl, just like that.”
Placing soft lingering kisses on the inside of her thigh, I keep my eyes glued to her, watching as Stevie twitches underneath me. Her body is rigid and stiff with nerves, but I know how to settle her.
An orgasm or two will loosen her up, but more than that, constant praise does the trick.
My mouth trails against her skin, licking and skimming her soft legs, causing Stevie to wiggle in anticipation. When my mouth lines up with her pussy, I can’t help but admire it for a moment before sinking in. I’ve been thinking about this for months, and the moment is finally here.
“Goddamn.” My voice is deeper and darker, and the word comes out almost like a breath of relief.
Without wasting another moment, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, causing Stevie to buck her hips into my face. Covering her with my lips, my tongue laps her folds, teasing and tasting.
She’s sweet. So fucking sweet, giving her nickname a whole other meaning.
“You taste so fucking good,” I remind her, my lips vibrating against her core.
She whimpers, her heels pushing into my shoulder blades as her fingers grasp for anything she can find.
She likes it. She wants more.
Her head is thrown back in pleasure, but she needs to watch this.
“Eyes on me, Stevie girl.”
She does what I say, looking down, blue-greens pleading for me to continue.
My tongue finds her entrance as her fingers dig into my scalp, scratching my skin in that heavenly way. Her hips meet my tongue in pace as her heavy breaths, needy moans, and my fucking name leave her lips and fill the kitchen.
I lap, flick, and circle, all the while I keep my eyes on the pretty flight attendant who has no control over her own body. Her mouth has fallen open as she watches me, no longer concerned about my face being between her legs.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, Zee, don’t stop.”
I smile against her, hearing her plead my name. Begging gets me off the same way praise does her.
“How are you so fucking perfect, Stevie? So goddamn perfect.”
I continue my movements but pick up my pace and pressure as her thighs tighten around my cheeks. I focus on her clit as she jerks and twitches, her nails digging into my scalp.
Sucking and circling, my favorite girl’s entire body tightens and contracts on my kitchen island, back arching and her arousal coating my lips while she cries my name. Slowing down my pace, I continue to taste her as she comes off her high, her body going limp around me.
Licking up everything she has to offer, I place a few soft kisses on her inner thigh before standing over her with far too much pride and arrogance on my face.
“That...” she takes a deep inhale, trying to control her breaths. “Yeah, that’s going to need to happen again.”
That’s what I like to hear. And not only because making her come is quickly becoming my favorite pastime, but because she’s comfortable with me in a way she never thought she would be.
“Any-fucking-time you want.” I skim my palms over her bare legs before pulling her arms forward and bringing her sedated body to lean on mine. “I’ll have you for all three meals of the day.”