She steps forward, crowding my space and pressing her body against mine. She fits against me perfectly. Her feet don’t stop, but before she can walk me into the glass door behind me, I spin our bodies and press her body into the glass. I’m sure it’s cold through the thin fabric of her shirt. I don’t really care if it is or isn’t. I know exactly how to warm her up.
I click my tongue as I focus on where her chest heaves. With each deep inhale, the fabric of her shirt tightens, and I get a little glimpse of her perky, peaked nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt. Unable to resist, I lean down and blow hot air right over one of them. Her head hits the glass door with a thud as she lets out a loud moan.
“I don’t ever want people this desperately,” I tell her, licking her nipple through her shirt.
“I don’t let men I don’t like do dirty things to me,” she mutters, her hips bucking when I nip at her breast.
“Maybe you’ll change your mind about liking me when I get the chance to kiss your pussy. My tongue can be very persuasive.”
My hands drift underneath her shirt, testing out to see if she’ll let them roam. She doesn’t protest; in fact, she pushes me further, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt to keep me close to her.
If only she knew I had no intentions of moving. Not unless she told me to.
“I don’t,” she pants, her words getting cut off when I shove her shirt up. “I don’t typically like it when…” Her words fall short. I lower to my knees, looking up at her to find her cheeks flushed. I hope it’s from pleasure, not embarrassment for whatever she’s not saying.
“You don’t typically like being tongue fucked?” I pull at the cup of her cotton bra, freeing her breast and eager to finally let my mouth close on her peaked nipple with nothing between us.
“Camden.” My name sounds hot as hell falling from her lips. I want to lick every inch of her soft skin to see how many times I can get her to call my name out like a plea.
I take her nipple between my lips, closing my mouth around it. My tongue circles the peak as I soak in every single one of her reactions to what I’m doing. Her back arches, shoving her breast deeper into my mouth. I get so distracted savoring finally getting a front-row view to how perfect she is that I almost forget I’m still waiting for an answer from her.
Pulling away, I look up at her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, like she’s trying to fight how good this feels. I’m having the same war with myself. There’s no reason for me to want this as bad as I do, but I lose all sense of right and wrong when I’m with her. All I see is her and the desperate need to get as much of her as possible before we start fighting again.
“I’m waiting for an answer,” I muse, running my finger along her stomach. Her breath hitches when I trace over the stretch of skin along the waistband of her jeans that’s been teasing me.
“To what?”
“If you enjoy coming against someone’s tongue as they give your pussy the attention it deserves.”
“Oh,” she murmurs, clutching the fabric of my collar when I undo the button of her jeans. “I just haven’t found someone who could make that happen.”
I’m so close to her cunt that I can smell her. It’s deliciously sweet, taunting and teasing me being so close but also not close enough.
“You haven’t come on someone’s tongue?” My voice is full of gravel. I hate the thought of any other man being so close to her pussy, but I hate even more that she seems to have given someone the chance and they couldn’t bring her to the brink of pure pleasure.
She shakes her head back and forth, telling me exactly what I want to know. I hook my fingers through the belt loops of her jeans, tugging until I’m pulling both the denim and her panties down her hips.
“You deserve someone who takes the time to get to know your cunt. Who will lick, suck, and do anything to find out what you like and don’t like. Who would spend hours with their face buried between your thighs if that’s what it took to make you scream their name.”
She’s finally bared to me, her wet, pink pussy the most perfect view I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I smirk, pausing for a moment. “Not that I think it’d take me that long. I’ll have you coming in no time.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
“I’m quite positive, shortcake. If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to time me. Give me two minutes, and you’ll be screaming my name.”