All of those fade from my mind, though, because she reaches between us and starts to stroke my cock, and my mind goes numb. I’m so fucking hard for her, so excited for her, and I don’t want her to ever fucking stop.
There’s a part of me that wants to toss her down on the couches and just slide inside of her. I could push her skirt up, yank her panties down, and just fuck her wildly like she’s my damn princess.
Another part of me knows that the time isn’t right.
Another part of me thinks that fucking her, no matter how perfect it could be between us, would be wrong.
I just don’t know which part of myself to believe right now.
She grips my neck, pulling me closer to her. One hand is wrapped around my neck and the other strokes up and down my jeans. Her hand feels good and firm against my cock, and it’s hard.
So.
Fucking.
Hard.
“Adalee,” I murmur again, but she shakes her head no, as though talking is the last damn thing she wants to do, and you know what? I don’t want to talk either.
I’ve waited my whole life for Adalee to look twice at me, and this is my moment to shine.
This is my chance to show her just how damn good something between us could be, so I’m not about to fuck that up.
I drop to my knees in front of her and look up at her. There’s a question in her eyes, but only a one.
Am I sure?
Am I ready for this?
How cute.
I almost laugh at her innocent expression as I push her skirt up. She grabs it, holding it up, and I just stare at her fucking panties for a long time. Probably too long. She’s wearing black lace panties and I can see exactly how our kissing has affected her because they’re damp. I press my lips to her pussy over the panties, and she lets out the tiniest little purr.
Oh yes, Adalee likes this.
I look up at her, silently asking if she’s ready for this, and she nods ever-so-slightly, but that’s enough for me.
I yank her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles, and I start kissing her pussy greedily. Adalee is shaved and soft and wet, and I run my tongue over her lips and clit. I suck, teasing and nipping at her gentle skin, and then I just lick and lick and lick. I have no idea if Adalee has ever been with someone before. I don’t know if she’s ever had her pussy licked or if she likes to come this way. The two of us have never so much as talked about sex, but I don’t care.
Right now, I’m going to make her come, and I’m going to make sure that she fucking
remembers me and all of the wonderful things I can do to her body.
So I lick, teasing and taunting her, and I can feel her entire body tensing.
“Harrison,” she whispers, but I just keep going. I don’t know if she’s begging me to stay quiet or if she’s warning me that she’s going to come or if she wants me to know that she’s close, but I know.
I can fucking tell.
She grips my hair and leans her head back. I peek up at her as I lick her over and over again, and then the first pulsing waves of her orgasm hit her, washing over her. She doesn’t scream, but she opens her mouth as the pleasure takes over her body. Her knees buckle and I catch her before she falls. I know that my knees are probably dusty and dirty right now, but I don’t fucking care.
I need her.
I want her.
She lies down on the dusty area rug that was once a brilliant shade of gold. It’s got burgundy flowers that have faded away, but neither one of us cares. She reaches for me and pulls me up to her. I kiss her again, and I know that she can taste herself on my lips.
“Fucking perfect,” I tell her, murmuring gently.