Thou Shalt Not(80)

“No,” she said.

She placed her left hand over my right one, which had been resting alone on the center console. Then, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest. It looked like she wanted to take a nap.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said, eyes still closed. “Don’t drive me home tonight.”





There may have been stop signs and red lights on the way back to my house, but I don’t remember ever seeing any of them. All I remember was the warmth of her hand against mine.

I parked the car in the driveway, and when we got out, we both instinctively brushed any remaining sand off of our bodies. She walked around to the front of the car, and I took her hand and led her to the door.

When we got inside, I walked her into my bedroom and closed the door. I’m not sure why I closed it—it wasn’t like we needed privacy. But I did anyway.

She stood in front of me, looking up at my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her close. Her arms went around my waist and we stood there, holding each other.

The clock on the dresser flashed from 11:10 to 11:11.

“It’s 11:11,” I said into her ear. “Make a wish.”

She looked toward the clock, and then back to me.

“I did,” she said.

“What was it?”

“Please, like I’d tell you and risk it not coming true.”

I lowered my hands and grabbed under her arms, lifting her up off the ground. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as our mouths opened. The moment our lips touched, it was as if I had been struck by lightning; the jolt of electricity was so potent. It was wet and frantic and sexy.

Her arms were now around my neck and my hands were holding her around the waist, her body still straddling mine as we stood in the middle of my bedroom. Her lower half was slowly grinding into mine as we kissed. I was throbbing. She could feel it.

She hopped down, and her hands immediately were at my belt. She had the belt off and my jeans at my feet in seconds. She grabbed me hard through my boxers.

“Damn,” she said.

I grabbed hold of her tank top and pulled it over her head, forcing her to at least briefly let go of my cock. She wore a white bra underneath.

I bet myself that she was wearing matching panties.

I kicked my jeans aside and grabbed the hem of her shorts. I kneeled to the floor and took her shorts with me, sliding them down her perfect legs.

Matching panties.

“God, I can’t wait to taste you,” I said.

She moaned.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed, lowering her down onto it. She tried to remain in an upright, seated position, but I kissed her and pushed back on her shoulders until she was lying down. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I hooked my fingers around the waist of her panties and pulled them off, making sure to run my fingertips all the way down the length of her legs. Goose bumps erupted across her skin. When her panties were off, I spread her legs, pulling her toward the edge of the bed, toward my mouth.

I kissed her thighs, alternating legs as I slowly worked my way down. She squirmed ever so slightly as I got closer, teasing her, but wanting so badly to get there myself. Teasing shouldn’t work both ways.

My mouth was almost there. I kissed the smooth flesh around her, tracing the outer edge with my lips. Her back arched, and she tried sliding her body over, forcing my mouth onto her. But I grabbed her legs and held them firmly, continuing to kiss around her. She moaned.

“You’re a damn tease,” she sighed.

“No, ma’am, I’m not,” I said between kisses.

“I thought I told you...”

I cut her off by sliding my tongue into her, slowly, and then licking all the way up. I circled her lips with my tongue once, from the top all the way around and back to the top again. Then my tongue was back into her, slowly licking up. Circle, lick. Circle, lick.

I could have done this forever.

“You taste good,” I said, after leaving my tongue inside her a little longer than before.

I continued to lick her, taste her, enjoy her perfect wetness. She didn’t get quite as wet as Holly, but she tasted like candy and I was okay with that.

I like making women moan. She was whimpering a little, but not nearly as loudly as I wanted her to be, so I added my index finger, slowly sliding it into her, and then back out, mimicking what I would be doing to her soon. My tongue and lips never stopped moving. I bent my finger at the knuckle and made a circular motion. I grinned when her legs tensed and she raised herself up on her tiptoes.

I added another finger, my tongue now focused completely on her most sensitive part.

“Fuck,” she said, lacing her fingers in my hair. “Ahhh…”

Then: “I want you inside me.”