Unrequited(31)

Could she feel my racing heartbeat? Could she sense how close to the edge I was? The world shrank to this space between her and me. I felt her velvet soft skin beneath my fingers and her plump mouth beneath my tongue.

She made me weak-kneed, like a boy touching a woman for the first time. I dragged my mouth away so I could finally taste her. Her panties were off and thrown aside. I took a moment, a long one, to admire her bare skin. "Have I told you I love this?" I said, hoping my voice conveyed the reverence I felt.

"Maybe once." I heard her smiling.

"Let me show you." I leaned forward and licked her from the bottom all the way to the top of the smooth, waxed skin and then back again. My little and big heads swelled at the gasping noise she made. I didn't just use my mouth. I ate at her with my tongue and teeth. I thrust two fingers inside her cunt while holding her hard against my assault with my other hand. She writhed beneath me, a completely wild thing.

As I sucked on her clit, I looked up and saw her hands braced against the door as she arched toward me. I wished there was more light so I could see every part of her, from her flushed skin to the glitter in her eyes. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her, so I closed my eyes to amplify her taste and smell, and the pure, unadulterated sex sounds we were both making.

There were my groans of satisfaction as she pulsed against me, and her rapid pants became louder moans as her climax overtook her. I drank it all down, licking and sucking to make sure every drop of her golden juice made it into my mouth. When she'd quieted, I gave her one last kiss before stepping back and swiping my forearm across my mouth. "Best meal I've ever had," I said cheekily.

She laughed weakly. "I'm officially dead." Her one arm looked completely boneless as it dangled over the edge of the seat. "I know this because I can feel the outside air blowing against my private parts, which means anyone could see me, yet I can't summon the energy to move. Thus, I must be dead."

I wasn't dead. Not by a long shot. My cock felt like an angry club inside my pants. The reasons for holding off were escaping me at the moment. But they must have been there. I picked up her panties from the floor and helped her into them. The jeans looked formidable. "Think you can keep me company in the front seat?"

"Yes, but can you drive in that condition?"

We both looked down at the obscene outline of my erection. I gave her a wry smile and a shrug. "I think so, but hold my hand in comfort."

She laughed and rose to her knees and hugged me, which did nothing to kill my arousal.

"I'm taking care of you when we get to your house," she said.

I felt my cock jerk at her words. "That's not helping."

She reached down and squeezed me. "It wasn't supposed to."

My eyebrows flew up at her naughty response. She colored but didn't back away. Dirty and sweet all in one small package. I had to kiss her again, but I multitasked by picking her up and opening the front door at the same time. Depositing her in the passenger side, I handed over her jeans and hurried, as best I could, to the driver's side.

She didn't put on her jeans. Instead, she folded them and placed them on the floor and curled her golden legs up underneath her. Her head was turned with her cheek resting against the upright portion of the passenger seat. I couldn't see her dark eyes, but I felt them roving over me. Made me harder, if that was even possible. "Want me to put your seat back?" I choked out. "Because if you don't stop looking at me, I'm going to embarrass myself."

"Learn some control because I'm going to stare at you the whole time," she teased.

I sighed and started the truck. "If we get pulled over because I'm driving erratically, I'm blaming you."

"Where are you taking me?" She yawned and tucked her hands between her legs.

"Home."

"And that is?"

I chewed on the thought for a minute. With four roommates, two girlfriends and assorted others, there was never any privacy at the house. Winter and I needed alone time. "Actually how about the farm?"

"Sure. I haven't been there in forever." Her voice was drowsy but happy. I reached across the console and rubbed a hand over her bare knee. It was a compulsion, this need to constantly be connected to her. She covered my hand with her small one. "You surprise me, you know."

"Because of the singing?"

"No. It's more than that. I never spent time with you when you were with your friends." She carefully left out mention of Ivy, which was difficult since our shared past was wrapped up in her sister. "It's a different side of you. And you're so openly affectionate. That seems weird to me in a really cool way though."