I shoot off another text to Henry, who assures me that Betty is back home with him, safely tucked into the garage, and he has a full few weeks ahead of him to plan out the pumpkin patch and corn maze. "And don't show up here after we're open for business unless that girl is with you and you're joined at the hip."
Rocket's beginning to get restless. When she rolls over onto her back, murmuring in her sleep, I have to take my moment.
First I massage her feet, and then I brush sloppy, firm kisses up the inside of her thighs.
I'm so fucking thirsty for this pussy. My mind knows I've already claimed her, but every other part of my body needs more reassurance. More contact. Just more.
She moans sleepily when I kiss her heat through her panties. Deeply. Intensely. With tongue. I breathe her in; she fills me with her heady, feminine scent. My tongue wets the cotton crotch.
"Mm-hmm," she hums, now beginning to wake up. "Jet, is that you?"
I pull her panties to the side and slide my tongue over her wet, hot skin. "I don't know who else you were expecting, but they aren't invited," I say.
Rocket twitches when my tongue grazes over her sensitive folds, savoring their sweetness.
"Oh," she sighs.
"You okay with this?" I ask.
She makes another delicious-sounding hum and replies, "More than okay. I'm in heaven. Just…let me know what I'm…supposed to do here."
I stop my savoring and come up to hover over her in the dim light. "Is this the first time a man has gone down on you, sweet Rocket?"
She nods, biting her lip. I press my mouth over hers and suck her lip into my mouth. "Thank you, baby."
"For what?"
"For letting me be the first and only one who ever made you come with his mouth."
"Sweetheart, you're the first guy who ever made me come, period."
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I smooth her hair away from her face. "Lovely, we're going to have so much fun. You don't have to do anything but permit me to get a little crazy on you. Your juices have already got me so goddamn worked up."
"You have my permission, love."
She bridges her torso slightly to let me pull her cotton panties off completely, and while she's doing that, I slip a pillow under her to push her hips up.
In the increasing dawn light, I take all of her in. My Rocket is spread out below me in nothing but a T-shirt hiked up to just below her breasts. I think to myself how incredibly lucky I am. I palm her thighs and gaze at her glistening pink, soaking wet and ready for me.
"Look at you. You're perfect, Rocket." I graze over her skin with my teeth, flicking my tongue across her valleys and curves.
Rocket moans and her fingers caress my hair. "So good I might see stars," she whispers.
I plunge in, drinking her in as if I'm starving and she's my sustenance. My tongue explores her channel; the more I savor, the more honey she makes for me. "Mine," I whisper. "All mine."
"All yours, Jet."
Chapter Sixteen
Rocket
I've never felt anything like this before in my whole life.
I expected it to feel strange and slithery. The way some men joke about eating pussy, I expected to feel a lot of indiscriminate flopping around.
But it's not like that at all. At least, not with Jet. He's incredibly, deliciously precise. His mouth is soft and warm and deliberate, alternating between fucking me with his tongue and then using it to bathe my sensitive spots. Every move pulls a moan from my throat.
Every sound he makes heightens all my senses.
He's enjoying this almost as much as I am. He's making yummy noises like I've served his favorite dessert.
I never thought the sound of slurping could be sexy, but it's driving me insane in the best way. The heat builds and builds. When he stops to tell me, "Sit up a little. I want you to watch me touch myself while I fuck you with my tongue," my arousal reaches such a level I think I could levitate.
I didn't even know this was possible. Jet rolls us both sideways, my legs still splayed out, my body propped up on my elbow to get the best view. And what I see almost has my brain melting. Jet's mouth is on my pussy, he's got one thumb pleasuring my core, and his head rests on my thigh. His other palm strokes up the bottom side of his erect cock, the hard muscles of his wide chest and arms rippling with every stroke. He's so beautiful, I'm at a complete loss for words.
"Now fuck me back. When my tongue goes in, I want you to squeeze it. When you come, wrap your legs around me and squeeze me. I want to drown in you. Breathe in nothing but you."
I've never had more fun doing exactly as a man says. I squeeze down on his tongue when he slides it inside me, inciting a moan from deep in his chest. His hand stroking his cock stops and caresses my backside. The new sensation of his hand on my ass brings me to the breaking point, and I explode, squeezing my thighs together, clutching his head between my thighs.
The noise that escapes him is beyond what I would think was possible for someone who's being suffocated by my cooch, but a girl doesn't ask questions when she's getting pleasured like this for the first time in her life.
The orgasm doubles down when my brain registers that he's sucking my clit into his mouth and moaning at the same time.
I see stars.
Inexplicably, I feel like I might cry. Not from sadness. Not exactly happiness. It feels like something that was blocked is now unblocked. "Kiss me, Jet. I need you."
The words are barely out of my mouth before he has me wrapped up in his arms, kissing me through whatever feelings are
