him. His hand goes straight between my legs, no fooling
around now, and he cups my pussy through my thin cotton
shorts.
The rocking chair, set in motion by our mock struggle,
bumps my ass as we kiss. I grab the back of it to stil it,
then push Austin from my mouth and shuck out of my
shorts. I'm wearing the tiny bikini panties he likes, but
those go, too.
I lift my T-shirt up over my breasts, no bra covering them,
and settle into the chair. I spread my legs. He's watching,
jaw slack and eyes gleaming. He doesn't move.
He's eaten me out before, though I've never asked him to.
It's always just…happened. But it's al I've been thinking
It's always just…happened. But it's al I've been thinking
about for the past week, his mouth and tongue and fingers
fucking me until I come. Every night while he was gone I'd
lie in bed, eyes wide open to the dark, and imagine him
there with me. I'd pretend my fingers were his tongue,
flicking my clit or sliding inside me, but it was never the
same.
My friend Kira says her boyfriend won't go down on her.
Not ever. He's al about the blow jobs but refuses to dine
at the Y. He's a pussy about eating pussy. I'd break up
with a guy who expected me to suck cock but wouldn't
return the favor, but Kira says she's in love. I think she just
doesn't know what love is.
Austin's friends, the guys from the footbal team and the
men he works with at his dad's construction company,
would probably say they don't go down on their
girlfriends, either. I wonder how many are teling the truth?
I wonder if Austin tels them about me, if men talk about
their sex lives in the same detail I do with my friends. I
wonder if he'd admit he makes me come with his face
between my legs, or if he'd deny it.
'Austin.' My voice is low and slow, almost not mine. His
gaze jerks up. I put my hands on my inner thighs and open
gaze jerks up. I put my hands on my inner thighs and open
myself wider to his sight. 'Use your mouth on me.'
He's already on his knees before I finish. I gasp when his
hot, wet mouth finds my skin. When his tongue strokes
over my clit, I grip the arms of the chair and toss back my
head, my back arching. It feels so good it almost hurts.
The chair rocks me into his mouth again and again as he
licks and kisses and sucks. When he puts a finger inside
me, then two, I come hard with a strangled shout.
I look down at him. He's smiling, ful of himself. I touch his
hair and want to tel him how much I love him, but
something about the way he's looking at me makes me
suddenly shy. I want to close my legs, but his head is
