Her Dad's Friend(7)

His eyes flutter open and he looks at the ceiling, avoiding eye-contact  with me. "The only woman I want to be with is you." He reaches over,  moves the hair off my shoulder, and runs a finger down my arm, making me  shiver. "I've been sitting in your parking lot for an hour, trying to  build up the courage to tell you that. When I saw you kissing that kid   … " he swallows hard and clenches his teeth, the muscle rippling along  his jawline. "It took all I had inside of me not to get out of my truck  and pummel him. I don't think I can bear to ever see you with anyone  else."

My heart jackhammers so loud and furious I can barely hear my own  thoughts. I climb onto his lap, straddling his waist. "I don't want to  ever be with anyone else."

I rock my hips against him. He holds onto my legs, lifting his groin to  apply more pressure. I gasp at the sensation. We grind together, finding  the rhythm that nearly sends me over the edge.

With one swift, effortless move, he lifts both of us off the couch. I  wrap my legs around his waist and hold on, sucking on his ear lobe and  kissing his neck as he carries me to my room. The bedside lamp is on.  Normally, during sex, I'm more of a lights off kind of girl, but I want  to watch this, witness the coupling I've been dreaming about since  puberty. I've imagined this moment with him since I started masturbating  and now I want to watch it all play out in real time, not missing a  single moment.

He sets me down gently on the bed and climbs on top of me, propping  himself on his elbows to hover over me. A lock from the coif of his hair  hangs down, dangling between us. I reach up to smooth it back. His  finger traces the curve of my cheek and chin.

I try to memorize everything about him, the strip of gray in the stubble  under his lip, the slight downturn of his nose, the way one of his  eyebrows sits just a little higher than the other. I want to hold onto  it forever. The scar cutting into his left eyebrow, the slight lines  around his eyes, and my god, those eyes. I've heard people compare him  to Gerard Butler with Bradly Cooper eyes. Right now I can kind of see  it.         

     



 

"Your skin is so soft." His low voice is just above a whisper. He kisses  the corner of my mouth. "And you taste so good." The way his lips just  barely graze mine sends chills through me. We're hardly touching and yet  I feel him in every part of me. "I haven't been able to stop thinking  about how wet you got the night of your birthday. You smelled so sweet  on my fingers. I'm dying to taste you."

His words and the slow, sensuality of his voice opens a faucet inside of  me and soaks my panties. It's as if his words are a spell and he's  conjuring it out of me. I can't take it anymore. Reaching up, I grab the  sides of his face and push my lips against him. His mouth is so much  bigger than mine and he's forceful and demanding when he kisses me back.  Though I'm no delicate flower, I feel dwarfed beneath him. Knowing that  he can take whatever he wants from me, fold me in any which way he  chooses, has me all kinds of wet.

I nibble and suck at his bottom lip, then bite him just a little. He  lets out a lecherous grunt, and smiles hungrily around my wanting busy  mouth as he grips the hem of my tank top, yanking it up and off of me.

He breaks away from our kiss to look me over. I'm not wearing a bra,  which is unfortunate, because it would be one more thing to tease him  with. That small disappointment is soon forgotten as his fingers tickle  my stomach, bumping over my ribs up to my breasts. He kneads at them  affectionately. Squeezing my nipple between his fingers, he sends a bolt  of lightning through my bellybutton and deep into my groin. I don't  know if I've ever been this wet for anyone else before. This is just  what Paul does to me.

As he sucks, pulling nearly the entirety of my small breast into his  mouth, my eyes roll back in my head. I fist the sheets as his hands roam  to the waistband of my shorts. He pulls them down to my ankles and with  a flick of my foot, I kick them the rest of the way off. His  exploration leads to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I spread my  legs further apart, as far as they can go, opening myself up to give him  plenty of access. He runs a wide, blunt-tipped finger over the wet  fabric of my black lace panties.

As I relax into his capable hands, a surge of lubricant flows from me.  He toys with the fabric edge around my legs before moving it to the  side, exposing my pink, swollen folds.

He lets out an appreciative sound and says, "God, you have the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

I gasp as he pushes a finger into me and then another, slow at first,  then feverishly, causing delicious, sucking noises. He hooks his middle  finger at the perfect angle to massage my most tender spot.

This is a man who knows his way around a female body.

Arching my back, he pushes his fingers deeper inside of me. I crave  release, but before I get there he slips his fingers out, taking hold of  my panties, ripping them off. He drops to his knees, pulling me toward  him so my ass is hanging off the bed. He pushes my legs up, so that my  knees are resting on either side of my face. With a flat tongue, he  massages the sides of my clit without touching the too-sensitive mound-a  trick the other men in my life couldn't seem to learn. He's not in any  hurry. He's here to please me, unlike my last boyfriend who'd been  afraid of my vagina, having no idea what to do with it. No matter what I  taught him, he continued to be in and out, only caring about himself.

Paul's tongue dips in and out of my opening. I raise my head to see what  I can. All these years, picturing him between my legs and finally, he's  right there. It's better than anything I imagined. The way he touches  me, the feel of his skin against mine, it's all so real, as if I'm  experiencing everything for the first time.

He pulls back to catch his breath, a string of my wetness and his saliva  linking us together. He licks his lips, breaking the connection. His  respite lasts only a second before he's diving back in for more, lapping  at my labia like a starving man. I hold my breath when his tongue moves  further down my crevice, to my asshole. At first I think it's a  mistake, and that he didn't mean to do that, but his eyes are open and  he knows exactly where his tongue is and what he's doing.

I suck in a surprised breath. Wasn't expecting that. Luckily I'm very thorough when I wash.

My first instinct is to stop him. I've never had a man's face down there  before, and though his tongue is lush and he's driving me fucking crazy  and I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my entire life, I don't  know how to handle this.

"Whoa, wait," I say, and start to scoot away from him, except he holds me by the legs so I can't move.         

     



 

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing's wrong. I just never had anyone's tongue, there before."

"It doesn't feel good?"

"It feels amazing, it's just  …  different."

A lop-sided grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. His face inches  closer and closer to me, tongue slowly extending from his mouth until  the tip just barely touches my asshole again, sending shockwaves through  me.

"I could stop, if you want," he says.

I open my mouth to speak, but then he does something with his tongue  that melts my brain and makes me forget everything I was about to say.

"Relax," he says. Our eyes meet. God, he's gorgeous. He strokes the  insides of my thighs and says, "Don't think about what I'm doing. Don't  think about anything. Just feel it. And if it feels good, let it happen.  Trust me."

I do trust him.

Nodding, I lay my head back and release my muscles from their rigid hold  on my limbs and just enjoy him, what he's doing and Oh. My. God. It's  everything. I had no idea being with someone could feel like this-and we  haven't even had sex yet!

I'm going over the threshold, I realize, and beg him not to stop. He  works enthusiastically at my clit with his mouth, and tongue, sucking it  between his lips, while two fingers from one hand drills into my pussy  and his thumb from his other hand massages the outer ring of my asshole.  I've never had anyone touch me there before either and I have to admit  it feels pretty damn amazing.

I can feel my orgasm coming from a far-away place, rushing toward me at a  furious pace until, like an earthquake, it hits me with full force.  Sparks of glittery light flash in front of vision, and I'm thoughtless  and dumb, temporarily insane, humping Paul's face as this sensation  rocks me to the point of blacking out.

I'm holding my breath the entire time, crying out. I have no idea how  loud I'm being or if the neighbors can hear me, and frankly I don't care  because I've just been to another planet, another plane of existence.

When my orgasm finally starts to ebb, I'm left useless and shaking. I  open my eyes and my vision is blurry. Paul has moved to my side, elbow  crooked, resting his head in his palm and watching me with a teasing  smile. "You okay?" he asks.