I never wanted out of it, but I tried to remember how new to all of this she was and to take it a little easy on her. That didn't mean I wasn't on her every opportunity I had, though. There were plenty of other things I could do besides sinking my cock deep inside her. Speaking of which …
As soon as we made it back to my suite, I lifted Addilyn off her feet and dumped her onto the couch, following her down onto the cushions. She'd worn a flirty little skirt when we'd gone out, making it easy for me to smooth my hand over the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her breathing escalated, and I knew she was already wet.
Skimming my fingers higher, up to her panties, I groaned at the feel of the drenched fabric. "You're fucking soaked for me, baby."
Her lips parted, and a soft whimper escaped.
"I want my something sweet," I growled, ripping her panties down her legs. "It's later, and I earned it with all that crap you made me taste at the museum."
She lifted her hem until her skirt was bunched around her waist and parted her legs. "I'm not going to argue, not when I'm the one who benefits most from having your mouth on me."
Her voice was full of need, huskier than usual. My cock hardened even more at the sound, and at the sight of her glistening pussy spread out before me to feast on. It felt like my cock was going to tear through my pants, I was so desperate to be inside her. But I'd taken her once today already, when we'd woken up, and she'd been sore afterwards. The poor bastard was going to have to remain patient a little bit longer, while my mouth enjoyed every minute of the wait.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I whispered, kissing and licking my way up her inner thigh. After I nudged her legs further apart and wedged my shoulders between them, I spread the puffy lips of her pussy apart with my thumbs. "And so fucking mine."
Bending my head low, I licked her pussy from bottom to top, flicking my tongue over her clit at the end. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, and like an addict it made me crave more. I devoured her-nibbling and sucking until she begged me to let her come.
"Please, Dane," she panted. "I don't think I can take any more. I need to come."
Tightening my hold on one of her hips, I thrust my tongue into her tight, little pussy. Her walls clenched around me, and I knew she was close. After one more slow swipe of my tongue, I clamped my lips around her clit and sunk a finger inside her. Twisting and pumping my wrist while I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue, I relentlessly pushed her higher and higher until she shattered in my arms. Right where she belonged.
6
Addilyn
As we pulled into the parking lot at Stone Mountain Park, I could hardly believe it was already Friday. A whole week had passed since Dane walked into the bar and basically swept me off my feet. In some ways, it felt like the time was flying by. In others, it was as if it had been much longer than a week. We'd been together non-stop the whole week, so it was almost as if we'd been dating for-I had to do the math in my head; if the average date lasted for about three hours, and we'd met one hundred and sixty hours ago- four or five months.
We'd managed to cram an entire relationship into one week, and it was hard to picture going back to my life without Dane in it. But I refused to think about him leaving on Sunday, not when we still had the weekend to spend together.
I smiled up at him as he helped me out of the car. "It's the perfect day to be outdoors."
"Then I guess it's a good thing you finally let me make our plans for the day."
"Whatever," I laughed. "I'm the one who tossed it out as a suggestion, and the only planning you did was to plug the address into your phone for directions."
"That's what you think, but maybe I've got some surprises in store for you today."
We were making our way to the entrance, but I stopped to look up at him. "You didn't need to do anything else. This week together? It's been amazing."
He pressed a kiss to my forehead, making me feel all squishy inside at his show of affection. "But I want to do more, Addilyn. I'd do anything for you, so you're just going to have to get used to it."
We hadn't really talked about what was going to happen past this weekend, but he made comments like that all the time. He was acting like we'd have a future together, but I didn't see how it would work with him in Chicago and me in Atlanta. I wasn't going to graduate until December, so leaving the city wasn't an option for me. And he owned a bar up north, so I didn't see how he could move down here. It was a problem, but one I hadn't broached with him yet because I was almost afraid of what his answer would be. Instead, I focused on the time I knew I had with him. Like today.