“Ah,” she choked out as he licked her like she was an ice cream cone, that one firm swipe of his tongue making her hips buck off the table. And then his tongue was inside her, her legs falling more open as she gripped at his hair, consumed by the sudden need to have him as close as possible as he licked and sucked, as she let out a moan that didn’t even sound like her.
“You taste so good,” he said, his breath warm against her. That would’ve been enough to do it for her—his words, that feathery touch, the sight of his blue hair between her pale thighs—but then he sucked her clit so hard she felt everything inside her shatter and break apart into a thousand pieces. She clenched her fingers more tightly in his hair, realizing only after she’d come back down that she’d probably been pulling too hard.
“Sorry,” she said, massaging his head where she feared she’d done the most damage.
He kissed the sensitive skin of her lower belly, then up to her breasts. “Pull my hair anytime.”
But she had her mind on another part of him as he slid back up her body to take her mouth with his, the taste of her still on his lips. She reached down, urging him to strip off the last of his clothes, barely waiting until he was naked, too, to wrap her fingers around his dick, sliding her hand up and down the hard, silky length of him, her thumb rubbing across the head.
“Fuck me, Lauren,” he half growled against her throat, and she stroked him harder.
“I thought that was the whole idea,” she said, deliberately taking his exclamation literally. She was feeling completely bold by now, any last trace of shyness shed along with the last of her clothes and her inhibitions. She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, liking the way the muscles in his throat strained as he fought for control.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered. “Please.”
She could feel the tremble in his breath as he kissed just behind her ear, could feel him hardening even more in her hand.
“I like the way you talk, too,” he said, his voice a low rasp in her ear. “I want to be inside you so bad.”
A prickly heat suffused her whole body at his words, and she knew without looking down she’d probably flushed all over. “Condoms are in the bathroom,” she said. “Second drawer down.”
“Hold on.”
She thought he was telling her to wait, but then she realized he meant literally hold on as he stood, taking her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his jaw until he backed her against the doorframe to her bedroom, as though he’d already forgotten where he meant to go. His hands were on her ass, his bare chest pressed against her breasts, as he kissed her like she was the only thing keeping him from tumbling backward off a cliff.
He walked them both like that into the bathroom, shifting her weight slightly to free up a hand to open the drawer and rummage around until he retrieved a condom packet from the box. Then he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
“Call me traditional,” he said, “but I thought a bed might be nice. Something new for us.”
She’d had his body crushed against hers, had stroked her hand along the length of him, but this was her first chance to see him totally naked. She’d always been struck by how comfortable he seemed in his own skin, the easy grace with which he moved, and she was struck again by that now. He had a beautiful body, lean and lightly muscled in all the right places, and he seemed totally unselfconscious about his erection even as she was unable to take her eyes off it.
She watched him as he opened the packet and rolled the condom down over himself, her attention so intent that he gave her a crooked little smile as he came back over her.
“Will there be a quiz later?” he said.
She clutched his upper arms, braced on either side of her head. “Well,” she said, “I’ll want to know how to do it for next time.”
Something flickered over his face, so fierce and tender it almost took her breath away, but then he was kissing her and she felt him nudging her legs apart. He dipped one finger inside her, the sensation so unexpected that she felt her body spasm as he rubbed her swollen clit.
And then his hand was gone and he slid into her for the first time and her breath really did catch in her throat. For a moment all she could do was grasp tighter at his arms, like she needed the support even though she was already on her back.
“You good?” he asked softly, his gaze on her face.
She nodded, feeling her breath come back as she tilted her hips a little, encouraging him deeper. And then they found their rhythm, her hands coming down to clench his bare ass, her knees bracketing his rib cage as he thrust into her. She wasn’t expecting to come, was feeling no particular pressure to after he’d already gotten her off with his mouth, but she could feel it building inside her nonetheless. At this angle, he filled her so completely, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, and she closed her eyes as she felt a wave of pleasure roll through her body. It was softer than her first orgasm but no less potent, turning her limbs to jelly.