I breathe softly against Robbie's pussy, teasing her without touching.
The soft gasps of air from her throat mix with the sound of running water from the shower.
“Luke,” she whispers as I lean in closer, wondering what the fuck I'm doing trying to give a teenage girl oral sex. No matter what I do, how I behave, how Robbie looks at me – Roberta Carrell is not Aliyah Owens. But what if I said I didn't care, that I didn't want her to be? I growl, and the sound makes Robbie squirm. “Luke, I'm nervous.”
“You've never had anyone go down on you before?” I ask, purposely letting my words steam against her skin. She shivers, but not from the temperature. If anything, it's overly warm in here, heated by the still scalding water of the shower. Oh how I love a good water heater.
“I've never had anyone go anywhere before,” Robbie laughs, and I'm happy to see she's not one of those self-hating women who can't stand the idea of anyone looking at their vagina. Robbie simply lies there, legs open, trusting in me. Like Audra. I let my eyes flutter closed; darkness washes over and through me. This time, though, it's a different kind of darkness.
I open my eyes.
“Robbie, you're beautiful.” It's all I can think to say. Me. Lucas Carter, rendered speechless. I never thought I'd live to see the day. Well, after Aliyah passed, I never thought I'd live at all. Some may even argue that I haven't, not since the day I went to pick her up and found her missing. Not since the search parties, the funeral, the trial. Not since I let that sick son of a bitch escape my notice.
I push the thoughts back and take a deep breath, leaning in close, flicking the tip of my tongue against Robbie for a taste. She gasps and arches her back, pelvis thrusting up against my face. I feel a smile crawl across my lips, a real one this time.
“I like the way you move, Robbie,” I tell her, pressing a kiss against her folds, moving my way up until I'm hovering over her hooded clit. I press my mouth against the warm flesh, feeling her curls brush against my face. Yet another thing I like about both Audra and Robbie – they're real women. That shaved pussy crap doesn't do it for me. Actually, it disgusts me. Only little girls have naked flesh. “And I like the way you taste.” I kiss her again, gauging her reaction to see how fast I should move. If I were to dive right in on a virgin like Robbie, she'd lose it real quick. I have to take my time, warm her up for more, tease her clit out of hiding.
When her hands come down and curl in my hair, I stiffen, but only for a moment. If it were anyone else, the move might seem commanding, domineering, but on Robbie it doesn't matter. Even if she wanted to control me … I would let her?
I'm glad she can't see the shock come over my face, can't see me lean in and run my tongue down her folds, digging the tip into more sensitive flesh. Instead of moaning or whimpering, Robbie just breathes faster and faster, like she's running a marathon. I try to see how fast I can get her to go.
I start kissing again, teasing her down to her ass and back up to her clit, getting her twice as wet as the shower ever could. When I slip two fingers inside, Robbie is more than ready for me.
“Oh my God, Luke,” she gasps, fingers clawing gently at my scalp. “It feels so good.”
“That's the idea,” I whisper back, wishing I'd taken her down this path before. If I hadn't let my demons take control, I might've been able to give Robbie a proper introduction to the world of sex. Or pushed her away instead, my thoughts chime in, reminding me that I haven't kept this girl's best interests in mind. If I had, I wouldn't have fucked her in the first place. I stop talking because, really, who likes to listen to chatter during sex? I decide to shut down my brain – and my mouth – and move right in, pressing my knuckles gently into Robbie's pussy as I dive in deep. I withdraw my hand and add the circular motion of my tongue, swirling it around her hardening clit. Robbie's fingers tighten unbearably on my scalp and her breath quickens another few paces, the rise and fall of her chest a tantalizing shadow in the darkness.
I start to move my fingers faster, in and out at an even pace that's quick but not frenzied. Only when Robbie's fingers start to loosen and her breath starts to slow do I stop. When I do, pulling my fingers out and running my tongue across the wetness, Robbie sits up onto her elbows. The tiniest bit of light seeps in underneath the door and illuminates the lines of her face, her chin, the roundness of her shoulders. In my mind's eye, I can see her blue eyed perfection staring back at me.
“You can't come just yet,” I explain, moving forward, settling myself between her thighs until I'm looking down on her face. I can't see the subtleties of her expression, but I do catch slightly parted lips and fluttering lashes. “First, though, I want to hear you say it.”