I follow him upstairs and into my bedroom. The past two nights when Barrett has won our WordIt competition, he’s immediately lowered me to the couch in the study and feasted on his prize. It’s still bizarre to me that he wins and I get an orgasm. I guess we’re both winners.

That being said, I’m getting frustrated. I want to reciprocate. I’m dying to reciprocate, especially since every time he’s pulled away I’ve seen the impressive bulge in his pants. I know what’s in there. I’ve seen it in the shower, and I want it badly.

I tell myself it has nothing to do with feelings, like Jules and I discussed, but a mere curiosity. Like how quickly could I make Barrett come with my mouth?

“I thought we’d change it up tonight.”

“Yeah?” My eyes can’t help but drop to the bulge in his pants.

He adjusts his erection. “Not that.”

“Oh.” I pout.

He tips my chin up with his fingers. “I want you to sit on my face.”

My body’s reaction to Barrett’s request is to send a fresh wave of arousal between my legs. It’s gearing up for what is to come. Literally. My brain, on the other hand, is two steps behind.

“How does that work? Won’t I suffocate you?” I already thought I cut off his air supply the first time he had his head between my thighs.

His hands slip beneath the hem of my shirt, his seeking fingers skim along my ribcage. His thumbs circle the peaks of my nipples. “I’ll be fine. Better than fine.” He smiles wickedly. “I want to look up and see your gorgeous tits above me while I fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue.”

That’ll do it. I’m convinced Barrett’s dirty talk could make me do anything. I’m already considering anal and we haven’t even had sex yet.

I practically rip my shirt off. My shorts and panties quickly follow. I’m an eager beaver until I realize I have no idea what to do.

Barrett pulls his shirt over his head, then me onto the bed to straddle him. This is new. I like the feel of his hardness beneath me. I rock my hips and press into him. I imagine how good his bare cock would feel against me. His pants are ruining everything.

He reaches up to cup my face, then tugs me down to him. His kiss is firm and hungry. Our tongues lap each other up. When he breaks the kiss, I’ve nearly forgotten what we’re doing.

Barrett’s hand reaches between us, skimming over my wet, sensitive flesh.

“Mmm,” he growls. “You’re so wet for me right now.”