"Unlock the door," he whispered against her lips, and with a tremendous effort, she pushed away from him to turn around and unlock the door. When it was open, he followed her inside and shut the door, making sure to lock it. She dropped her bag on the couch and stood still, watching him and wondering what he was going to do next.
He turned back around to face her and advanced. She sucked in a surprised breath when he scooped her up off the floor into his arms and carried her back to her bedroom, pulling her face toward his again to take her mouth deeply. Her arms and legs wrapped around him automatically and a surge of thrilled anticipation went through her at his boldness. The familiar throb of desire crept between her legs as he stepped into her bedroom. He tossed her onto her bed and then crawled over her, deftly pushing her blazer off her shoulders before he pressed her down onto her back. He held his weight over her on his arms as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she fisted into his T-shirt tightly as she frantically kissed him back, feeling overwhelmed with lust.
His fingers untangled from her hair and slid down her side and over the front of her hips. He pulled away from her long enough to brush his fingers over the button and zipper of her shorts, meeting her gaze for a moment. She couldn't nod, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but stare at him and breathe raggedly. He took her silence as affirmation and slowly unbuttoned her shorts before pulling the zipper down. He paused again, gauging her reaction and didn't miss the way she bit her lip. His fingers hooked into the waist of her shorts and he slid them down over her hips and then down her legs. She helped him a little by pulling her knees toward her chest and out of the leg holes. Her heart was pounding from a mixture of nervousness and excitement, the way it always seemed to lately. Heath had twice touched her between her legs, but he had never removed clothing from her body before, and somehow, it made the situation all the more intense.
He tossed her shorts gently to the side and leaned over her again, teasing her lips with his tongue to entice hers to come out and meet his. She obliged him and pressed up on her arms to meet him, to try and kiss him back as deeply as she could manage. He balanced his weight on one hand while the other slid underneath her shirt, over her smooth skin. His hand brushed over one of the cups of her bra as his lips moved to her neck. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, marveling at how her arousal ratcheted even higher at the feeling of his full, firm lips moving all over her throat.
She gradually became aware that his lips were moving lower and lower, pausing in the hollow of her throat before moving down her upper chest. He pushed her shirt up to her ribs and moved his mouth to the skin of her abdomen, kissing a soft line over each set of ribs before moving down to her belly button. She froze, positive that he wasn't about to do what it seemed like he was about to do.
She was still up on her elbows, watching him, as he lifted his head and met her eyes again. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her lace bikinis and she held her breath, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, so hard she thought it might burst, and felt her eyes go wide as he inched her panties down over hips like he had her shorts. She was so caught off guard she couldn't help him this time, so he moved her legs for her to get her panties off of them, and then slowly pulled her thighs apart. She was completely dumbfounded and speechless as he gently pressed a hand to her chest, directing her to lay flat on her back.
She stared up at her ceiling in the darkness, her eyes wide, shaking as she felt his warm breath against her core. Part of her wanted to get off the bed and run and the other part didn't want to move from this bed for the rest of her life as long as he was in it with her. Part of her wanted to tell him to stop, to not do what he was obviously planning to do, and the other part ached to lift her hips to meet his mouth first. She was just about to open her mouth to tell him she wasn't sure about it, that maybe he should stop, when she felt his lips brush the inside of first one thigh and then the other, trailing his lips over her flesh the way he did when he kissed her. For an instant she felt nothing else except his warm breath, and then, in a sensation that made her almost leap off the bed, the tip of his tongue slowly moved up the slit of her core, parting her velvety soft, thick flesh, before he drew her tiny pearl into his mouth and sucked.
She gasped, louder than she meant to, and gripped her bedding as she felt him pause again. She felt his nose brush the side of the inside of her thigh, almost as though he had tilted his head to kiss her flesh the way he would her lips, and then she felt the warmth and wetness of his lips and tongue as he dug gently into her flesh. Her eyes involuntarily rolled back in her head as the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation consumed her. Her core throbbed and tingled from the sensation his mouth was evoking inside her as he continued to slowly devour her warm, wet folds as though he were enjoying a decadent, lusciously sweet dessert.