I grabbed the bottom of her shirt. “I could practice undressing you.”
“I definitely think you should,” she panted.
I whipped the shirt over her head and tossed it. I hadn’t pulled the drapes all the way, and just enough moonlight seeped into the room to render her skin luminous against my dark gray sheets. I could see the gentle curves of her breasts and hips and thighs—secret, unfamiliar parts of her I’d only imagined.
Immediately I bent my head to her chest and slipped a hand between her legs, sucking one perfect little bud into my mouth as I rubbed my fingers over her panties. She cradled my head in her hands, her breath coming fast. I took her nipple between my teeth and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, thrilled when she gasped and cried out.
She reached for the drawstring on my pants. “My turn.” Once she’d untied them, she shoved her hand inside and curled her fingers around my cock.
I shivered with pleasure at her touch, every nerve ending alive and humming, and dangerously hot. She worked her hand up and down my shaft, and my hips flexed impulsively, thrusting into her fist. Kissing her again, I willed myself to hang on to control and not explode all over her hand. To distract myself, I eased my fingers inside the edge of her cotton panties, gratified when she brought up one knee—an invitation.
I groaned at the warm, wet feel of her as I slipped a finger inside her snug velvet softness. This was not a good distraction from my orgasm—all I could think about was my dick pushing its way into this heaven, driving inside her again and again.
How far could this go?
“Hutton,” she whispered against my lips. “You should practice taking off my underwear.”
Popping onto my knees, I hitched my fingers beneath the cotton panties and dragged them down her legs. Then I lowered my head between her knees.
She gasped, hitching herself onto her elbows. “What are you doing?”
“Is this okay?” I kissed the inside of one delicious inner thigh, and then the other.
“I guess.” She laughed nervously.
“You can tell me to stop, and I will.”
But the tension in her limbs eased as I inched closer, pressing gentle kisses on her soft, sensitive skin. When I finally stroked her with my tongue, she moaned.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered as I circled and swirled her clit with my tongue. “Never stop.”
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this?” Her voice rose with surprise.
“Oh yeah.” I swept my tongue up her center again, pausing at the top to execute a series of spirals and tricks that would make a gold medal gymnast proud. “I’ve played this movie in my mind a thousand times.”
“You—” She struggled for words. “You never said anything.”
I flattened my tongue and performed a few slow, deliberate strokes over her swollen clit. Her body quivered beneath me. “Not the thing you tell someone during calculus review.” I licked her again. “Or in a text.” I sucked her into my mouth, loving the cry of pleasure she gave me. “Or at the hospital emergency room.”
She groaned. “God, don’t remind me about that.”
I laughed because I was so fucking happy. “It all worked out. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her fingers threading into my hair. “I’m exactly where I want to be too.”
I worked my lips and tongue a little faster. Slid one finger inside her—then two fingers, using a little come hither motion as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with quick, fluttering beats.
“Your tongue—oh God—you’re amazing. I can’t—I can’t—”
A moment later, she dropped her head back and gripped my head with both hands. Her cries grew wanton and desperate. Her fingers tightened in my hair. Her insides tightened around my fingers and within seconds, I felt her climax thundering through her body with rhythmic contractions and sweet little pulses against my tongue. I didn’t stop until she pushed me away.
“It’s too much,” she panted. “You have to stop.”
Grinning, I kissed my way up her body—hip, stomach, ribcage, collarbone, jaw. “I can stop.”
“I don’t mean stop forever, just maybe for a second, so I can breathe.” She looped her arms around my neck. “But practice isn’t over yet.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “I think there are several more things we should work on.”