Beneath The Skin(40)

I pull her legs apart and bury my face between them, and quite suddenly she can’t talk at all.

“Brant!” she howls, showcasing a vocal register I didn’t know she was capable of.

Yeah, I take full credit.

My lips turn her into a moaning, quivering mess as I grip her thighs, push my face into her, and gently have my first taste. Unlike every other girl on this campus, she doesn’t wax it bare. I kinda like the natural thing. It’s so … Nell. Every breath I greedily take in is heaven. Each time she squeezes my head with her thighs, I plunge in deeper.

Her hand slaps down on my head to direct me exactly where she wants me, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling so hard, it hurts.

I fucking love every second of it.

In response, I moan deeply, casting a wave of vibrations that I know she feels by the way her thighs squeeze me so hard, I feel my whole face turning red.

When she relaxes just a little bit, I gently insert one finger and turn the full attention of my mouth to her swollen clit, adding another finger when I feel her body respond to my expert touch.

I glance up to gage her reaction, sliding my free hand under her red top on a quest for her tits.

She gasps.

Found them.

My fingers invade her bra, discovering the flesh of her perky breasts. I grin at her reaction as an earthquake rockets through her body by my touch—though it’s hard to say which touch is earning the prize.

Just as my fingers find a nipple, I give it a less-than-gentle pinch as I continue pleasuring her below.

Her thighs convulse, threatening to dislodge my head.

She moans and grips my hair tighter, pulling at it as if she could get my face any deeper into her.

Turns out, she can.

“Fuck me!” she howls. “BRANT!”

I can’t say how many times my name’s been screamed out when I got my lady-licker this deep down a woman’s wishing well, but I’d say Nell’s wishes are all coming true by the sound of it.

“I’m close!”

I know.

And when she lets go, my face is bathed with the result of her orgasm and all of my hard work.

I don’t stop sucking and licking her, not until every last shockwave, tremor, and whimper is squeezed out of her and she’s nothing more than a puddle of flesh, panting in my arms.

I come up from between her legs, my cock painfully hard between my own and begging for its own release. She peers down at me as she catches her breath. From the sheen on her face, it seems I’m not the only one who worked up a sweat. She looks so damn beautiful right now, I could already take another dive.

No matter how badly I want to slam my cock into her and get myself off, I have to take this slowly. Tonight’s gotta be all about Nell.

Despite not-so-little Brant desperately disagreeing.

“I’ve never come that hard before,” she moans tiredly, then meets my eyes. “I feel so damn … greedy.”

“Tonight’s all about you,” I admit reluctantly, telling her what I think she wants to hear while ignoring the aching throb in my pants.

She considers that, tilting her head and letting all her hair fall to one side. “Wow, Brant. You are an expert in your field of study.”

“Maybe that should be my major,” I reply. “Women’s Studies.”

She chuckles dryly, then suddenly seems to become self-conscious, slipping off the counter and pulling her panties back up.

Wait, wait. I still haven’t gotten the official invitation into her bed. “Don’t get shy on me,” I tease, bringing a hand around and pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing her lower back. My cock hasn’t softened one bit, still aggressively pushing to be freed.

Her eyes still look playful, but her body stiffens. “You’re sweet,” she says suddenly. “Sweet, and … good at what you do. But … I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I was … caught in the moment.”

I stop moving my hand. “Nell?”

“You can’t stay.”

I watch her for a moment, confused by her sudden change in mood. And a bit frustrated, considering the situation in my pants. “Alright. I guess I can … uh …”

Really, it’s normally the other way around. After I’ve had my fun in the sun, I’m always the one to kick out the pretty girl before shit gets awkward. Am I the pretty girl, now?

“Don’t forget your phone,” she murmurs, pulling away.

I furrow my brow, bothered by her slight retreat from me. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Brant,” she replies, “if my obnoxious moaning and squirming was any indication.” She stares at her hands, a guilty expression crossing her eyes.

“It wasn’t obnoxious. It was perfect. You’re perfect. Nell, why are you pulling away from me?”