“Well, when that doesn’t work, you know where to find us.”
Priscilla 17.
I wake up in the morning, warm and comfy. Ugh, I have to work today at noon and I really, really don’t want to move. Rolling over, I come face to face with the handsomest man in the world. Garrett’s face is relaxed, a slight smile on his face as he sleeps. His chest is bare. Hm. I lift the blanket gently, not wanting to disturb him and stifle my squeal when I realize he is only in boxer briefs.
How did I end up in this fantasy? I must have fallen asleep on him in the living room after we talked. My stomach clenches when I remember the events of yesterday at work. I gotta say though, his embrace, his spicy leather scent, the feel of his strong muscles—
“Hmmmm…ahhhhh.”
“Oh, the horror!” I scream, scrambling out of bed as the dead animal that has taken up residence in Garrett’s body tries to escape through his mouth.
At my movement and shriek, Garrett jumps out of bed, body poised for a fight, assessing the room for danger. Finding none, he stares at me for a second, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Some sort of garbage demon clawed it’s way up your esophagus and attacked me while I was laying next you.”
He scratches his head, then his balls. Sexy. “What?”
“You breathed on me forcefully and I almost died from respiratory distress.”
“My morning breath?” He asks perplexed. I nod. “Get use to it sweetheart, and don’t think you smell like a bed of roses. I carried you in here last night, listening and smelling the symphony coming out of your ass. How something so cute could produce such toxic waste.” He drops his head, shaking it as he closes the door to the bathroom.
I chuckle knowing what my ass is capable of. Entering the living room, I find my phone and check the time. It’s only 9 a.m. Thank God, I have two hours before I need to leave. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bag, patients don’t like it when their nurses eat garlicky food and enter the other bathroom.
Once finished with my shit, shower and teeth brushing, I reenter Garrett’s bedroom to find him freshly washed as well and smiling like the Cheshire Cat, while sitting on his bed in only a clean pair of boxers.
“Hello, nurse!” He wolf-whistles and I pounce. Our mouths meet, gentle at first, despite the frenzy of our limbs twisting together. “Good morning, b’shert.”
“It is a good morning, garbage mouth demon notwithstanding.” He flips us over in a smooth move, landing me on my back. My legs open wider to accommodate his muscular hips and thick thighs. His lips take mine again in a hungry kiss. He haltingly drops some of his weight, his cock rubbing against my pussy. Oh shit, that feels so good.
“Garrett.” I moan out. He starts nipping down my neck, growling when he reaches my tank top. Meeting my eyes, I give him a nervous nod. Slowly, he slides the straps off my shoulders, pulling it down to expose my breasts. His breath hitches and he groans loudly against my stomach where he is resting his head.
“Fuck. Those are better than I thought they would be.” He rests his chin against me, raising his eyes to look at my peaked nipples. “They are just a bit darker than your lips and fucking perfect.” He licks his lips, “Can I lick them?”
“I don’t know, can you?” I sass back, enjoying his reaction too much. “You can!” My body jerks at the first swipe of his tongue against my left nipple. He pushes my C-cups together, rubbing his face against my breasts, then taking the right nipple into his mouth. A jolt travels from my tit to my pussy, my hips rising to meet his. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he tongues my tits to near climax. Just when I think I might fall over the edge; he moves his lips down my body.
“What are you doing? R2D2 and C-3PO were enjoying that!”
He halts his downward progression and now I realize what his intended target was and am pissed that I clit-blocked myself. “Never mind, continue.” I push on his shoulder, causing him to laugh. He pushes my tank top up from the bottom, exposing my squishy belly, kissing across my shorts. My thighs flex on his sides, my pussy clenching in excitement.
Garrett peeks at me from under his lashes, dipping below to trace my underwear with the tip of his finger. “Are you comfortable with me removing these?”
“At this point, I would be offended if you didn’t.”
“Sweetheart, you are delightful.” He continues tonguing my stomach and moving lower with each inch of skin he exposes, removing my shorts and underwear together. Aside from my gynee, no one has ever been this close to my Millennium Falcon since I learned to wipe my own ass.
I grip the sheets, staring at the ceiling, counting back from ten to calm my heart.
“You with me?” He husks, his breath fanning my pussy.
“Totally.”
“Good. Now, I have never done this before, but I have watched several instructional demonstrations—”
“Porn.”
“No. Step by step guides on how to—”
I sit up on my elbows, staring down at the beautiful ginger man between my spread thighs, centimeters from my secret garden. “Well, maybe you should watch it again, because from my novice perspective, it seems you’re doing too much talking and not enough licking.”
He takes a deep breath, which makes me happy I took a shower, humming in satisfaction before tentatively swiping his tongue between my labia.
“Oh, yeah.” Where the fuck did Barry White come from? Was that me? I drop to my back, my arms giving out, as he becomes increasingly more comfortable between my legs. His tongue becoming more adventurous. He snarls into my pussy before he nips at my clit, his big hands squeezing my thighs as he holds
