I leaned into what felt right, my hips slowly rocking as we continued to make out, earning groans and harder grips from his hands. He started rocking into me and I knew this was my tipping point.

“Ready for more?” he growled into my mouth.

“Uh huh,” I breathed back into his.

On my back again in an instant, he was pulling off my underwear and positioning himself between my legs. Oh, fuck. He gingerly rubbed my thighs, priming me to his touch. He kissed the inside of my thigh sweetly. “I want to warm you up. I want you to lay back, look pretty, and tell me if something doesn’t work for you. Got it, Blondie?”

Warm me up?! I’m warm! Hot. On FIRE.

“Okay,” I whispered.

And just like that his mouth was on a very sensitive spot, tongue circling around my clit. I’d seen this acted out before, but oh my God, it felt like an itch being scratched I didn’t know I had. Slowly, he slipped a finger inside and gauged my reactions. I was breathing heavily, panting, and trying not to scream in joy.

“How’s my Blondie doing?”

How wasn’t I doing with him eating me out? I didn’t know what to say, so I said “Great.”

Wow, it’s great! Can you tell I’m a weirdo?

My eyes rolled back when he started moving his finger upward with his mouth still firmly planted and tongue moving. It felt so fucking great, I didn’t lie about that. “Yes, very great,” flew out of my mouth and he chuckled.

A second finger slipped in and I bit my tongue so I couldn’t make a sound about it. Two fingers moving in and out slowly, I felt a build up brewing inside of me. The way he worked his tongue in sync with the way my body reacted wouldn’t have me lasting much longer. He ramped up intensity as if he could feel what I felt and kept hitting the spot just right. A puddle. I was a puddle. In a pool of pleasure that I never wanted to get out of.

He kept going to take me to my breaking point. Oh, fuck! There it was. It was so close to claiming me and I groaned and begged for more. “Yes,” I breathed.

Moaning in response, he held that spot, pushing me over the edge.

Did I scream? I hoped not, but I knew we weren’t being discreet in any way whatsoever.

I was sensitive and pulsing. He slowed down while my body spasmed out. Holy shit.

He moved back up, helping me out of my bralette and slipping out of his boxers. “I’ll be gentle,” he said, kissing my collarbone.