He laughed again. “Hell yeah, I am.”
Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me close, his mouth covering mine. It felt strange, standing in the kitchen and kissing this way with Mrs. B sleeping upstairs. He licked at my lips, my chin, my neck where all the peach juice had spread.
“Doc…”
His mouth reached the hollow of my throat, lapping at the sweetness there.
“Hmm?” His tongue was dipping below the neckline of the t-shirt, his hands lifting it in back.
“I’m still hungry,” I protested with a laugh, pushing at him with one hand, my other still holding the dripping peach.
He groaned, looking at me and licking his lips. “Me, too. And you’re sweet.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, please!”
Smiling, he reached around me and opened the fridge while I devoured the rest of the peach. He started pulling things out.
“Gotta have some protein.” He put lunchmeat and cheese onto the counter. “Keep your energy up.”
“Ha.” I snorted, tossing the peach pit in the garbage under the sink and washing my hands. “Very funny.”
“Ok, then, gotta keepmy energy up.” He looked back at me with a grin as I wiped my face and neck with a wet paper towel. “I’ve got two beautiful women in my bed now.”
I flushed and was glad that the stove light wasn’t too bright. “I’m still hungry.”
“Well, eat!” He waved his hand at the spread on the counter.
I grabbed a slice of ham and a slice of cheese, rolling them together. Doc was making some sort of sandwich, stacking piles of lunchmeat and cheese on bread as I watched.
“Who are you-Dagwood?” I laughed, finishing my first ham and cheese roll-up and making another.
“You’re too young to remember Dagwood.” He was squirting mustard on the mess.
I smiled. “Yeah, it’s an ancient history reference.”
He groaned. “Thanks. I’ll have you know, I’m too young to remember Dagwood.”
“Age is a matter of mind,” I quipped, finishing my second ham and cheese roll. “I don’t mind, so it doesn’t matter.”
He looked over at me, smiling but there was something else there, and then asked casually, “Are you ok?”
The question stopped me. I didn’t know how to answer-I didn’t know the answer.
“I think so.” I filled a glass with milk and took a long drink. He bit into his sandwich, still standing at the counter, just watching me.
“If you’re not, will you tell me?” He swallowed. I noticed some mustard at the corner of his mouth. Somehow his question made me feel warm and soft in the middle.
“Yeah.” I nodded, reaching out and touching the dab of mustard with my finger. “You’ve got something-”
He caught my hand, kissing the inside of my wrist. I smiled, and he kissed up a little higher, and higher still, his eyes on mine.
“Who are you, now-Gomez?” I laughed as he set his sandwich down and kissed fast up to my elbow.
“Tish!” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You spoke French!”
I giggled as he kissed higher up my arm, over my shoulder.
“No, I didn’t!” I felt his lips on my neck. His hands slipped behind me, moving under my shirt.
“I still can’t resist you.” He kissed me, tasting like mustard and bologna on rye and I put my arms around his neck, stretching up on tiptoe to press myself against him. His fingers gripped my ass, pulling me up to him as our mouths slanted together, his tongue moving with mine.
“Now, I’m hungry.” His voice was low as he kissed his way back down my neck, lifting my t-shirt, and I let him pull it off over my head.
“God you’re something.” He looked at me for a moment, shaking his head a little and smiling. The he grabbed my bottom and lifted me, squealing, to the opposite counter, setting me up on it.
“What are you doing?” I smiled, my eyes dipping down past the top elastic band of his boxer-briefs and seeing the bulge there. It made something in my belly tighten.
“I told you.” He sank to his knees on the tile in front of me. “I’m hungry.”
“Doc…” My hand moved through his hair as his palms spread my thighs. “We can’t-”
He pulled me forward, hooking my legs over his shoulders, breathing me in.
“Spread it for me.” His breath was hot against my mound. Biting my lip, I did as I was told, reaching down and opening my lips with two fingers. He made an “mmm” sound and looked up at me.
“Show me,” he said. “Play with your pussy.”
I slipped my finger over to my clit, rubbing it a little, pressing the hood up and down, back and forth. It was only a few moments before everything there began to tingle and I was making a soft “mmm” sound, too.
“Do you finger yourself?” His eyes following the path of my fingers through my lips and back up to my clit.
“Sometimes.” I put my feet up on his shoulders, giving him a better view and spreading myself really wide. He groaned as he watched me slide a finger into my pussy, and then another, moving them slowly in and out and using my thumb against my clit.
“Talented girl,” he murmured, and I saw his shoulder and arm muscles moving and knew that he was rubbing his cock. When I slid my fingers out and back up to my clit, he grabbed my wrist, sucking the juices off.
“My turn.” He licked my swollen lips, up one side, then the other, teasing me at the top of the cleft, pulling on the skin with his tongue but not touching my clit.
I slid my hands over my breasts, my nipples so hard they felt hot under my fingers as I rolled and tugged on them, sending sweet waves of extra pleasure down to the spot that Doc was licking with his tongue. He moved it around and around at first-fat, lazy circles that made me moan and press my feet into his shoulders.
Then his fingers moved inside of me, twisting, searching, exploring the smooth, tight walls of my pussy. His mouth covered my clit, his tongue doing that fast flutter back and forth that I heard learned to love so much, and I wondered if Mrs. B liked it, too, or if she had told him about it. Then I couldn’t think at all anymore as turned his fingers in me, palm up, and crooked them, like he had earlier when he told me to “come here.”
At first, there was just the pressure of his fingers, stroking there inside of me as his mouth covered my mound, his tongue working between my legs. Then it felt like I had to pee and I tried to make him stop, wiggling and squirming, but he wouldn’t let me go, he just kept on and on, harder, even, rubbing that spot deep inside me as he licked my clit.
“Doc!” I felt something coming and I was almost scared by the intensity of it. He made a noise in his throat, his eyes on mine, nodding against me as his tongue moved faster still, his fingers inside me digging deeper, rubbing, rubbing, until I thought I would die.
“Oh fuck!” I nearly screamed it as something let go, completely let go, and I was coming buckets, flooding him with my juices as my pussy spasmed around his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper. My clit was just a hot, throbbing button of pleasure sending waves through me until my limbs felt weak and trembling with it.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, looking down at him, my climax still pulsing through my body. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
I gasped when he stood, and I saw the front of him was soaked, just covered with me. I looked at him in horror, covering my mouth.
“It’s okay.” He pulled me close and I wrapped myself around him. “That’s supposed to happen.”
“It is?” I looked up at him, doubtful. He nodded, kissing me, and I could taste my pussy and something else, something sweet.
“I told you I was hungry.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me in toward the bulge in his crotch. His boxers were still on and I reached down between us, feeling the lump of hard heat there.
“Now it’s my turn?” I smiled, rubbing my hand over it.
He groaned. “Be my guest.”
I slid off the counter, letting him lean against it as I freed his cock, yanking his shorts down and tossing them aside. He stood straight out, pulsing slightly in my hand, and I slid the head past my lips, running my tongue all
