“Really?” She kisses my neck, her hands roaming all over me. “You're like a Renaissance man.”
“Oh, yeah, I build boats too.”
“I’m impressed,” she says, rolling onto her back, dropping her knees open. “Just touch me, please, and stop talking.”
I laugh, unable to control myself. Because what I see before me is the fucking gift of the gods. A dripping pussy. An angel. A virgin. Lemon Rough. Ready, willing, and wanting me.
I begin to finger her ever so slowly. My cock is aching all the time. But she seems to know this, understand what a man like me might need, because she reaches out her hand and begins to pump me ever so slowly, licking her lips as she does.
“I want all of this at once,” she whispers. “I want to touch you and taste you. I want you to lick me.” She shakes her head as if in a fever and a fury.
I look at her, so beautiful, so vulnerable, so fucking horny. “I do. I have an idea.” I tell her. “Come here, baby.”
“I'm already your baby?” she asks with a smile.
“Shut up and roll over.” I spank her ass, squeezing it playfully as we trade places.
Soon enough, I'm on my back. And this girl? She’s straddling me backwards. She may be a virgin, same as me, but I guess we both know what we like, or at least what we want.
And we want this moment to be magic.
We're not gonna let it fade into something vanilla. Something ordinary. Fuck. We already had a three-course meal. Now we're having our goddamn dessert.
“Just drop your mouth open,” I tell her, “and take me as best you can.”
“I love the directions,” she says.
“You do? In that case, scoot your ass back here, baby, so I can start licking your cunt like I crave.”
“Oh gosh,” she whimpers, “when you talk like that…” She looks over her shoulder. “I mean, you realize we've gone from zero to 100 in about an hour flat, right?”
“Yeah, but I think the foreplay started the moment you started staring at me on my paddleboard.”
“Or maybe it was the moment you wanted to give me CPR. While I was unconscious.”
“You weren't unconscious,” I tease her as I begin to lick her pussy. And damn, she’s wet and ready. And sure, I have nothing to compare it to, but all I know is Lemon is sweet like sugar, like a lemon drop.
Like the best thing I've ever tasted in my whole fucking life.
I have spent my life alone, like a goddamn hermit, pushing everyone away, but in this moment, I'm glad I have because it meant I saved myself for her and her alone.
And at the same , I'm losing all sense of reality because she is sucking me off like I'm a prize she can't get enough of.
“Oh god,” I groan as I lick her, as I flick my tongue over her cunt, as she moves up and down.
She's whimpering, pleading, and we're both hungry and needy, begging for more.
She pumps me and I'm close. I know I'm going to come but so is she.
I finger her ever so slightly, knowing it's not gonna take much to get her over the edge.
And I'm right.
“Oh my god,” she begins to moan as I finger her sweet clit, her nub on fire—hot and ready. And my cock is ready to explode. I'm so close, I think, as I press my mouth to her clit to suck her sweetness nice and good.
Her juicy release drips against my mouth as I get her off. At the same time, I shoot ribbons of come from the tip of my cock. But she doesn't hesitate. She starts swallowing me, pumping me until I finish.
She rolls off of me, both of us dizzy with the heat of that release.
We look at one another, both shocked and hungry for more.
“So,” I say, “I guess that's what it's like to 69.”
She licks her lips. “I feel like I could suck your cock all night. Is that a problem?”
I laugh. “You're asking me if it's a problem to give me head?”
She laughs. “Oh my god, I feel like this is the best birthday present in the world.”
I grin. “And we've only just begun.”
7
LEMON
My hand is still on Anchor’s cock and his hand is between my legs, practically petting my pussy.
“So what happens next?” I ask breathlessly. Ready for more.
“I think this can go one of two ways.”
Hopeful anticipation thrums through my body. “Tell me more.”
“Either we call it a night and see how we're feeling tomorrow or we see what it's like to make love for the very first time.”
“Make love?” His words shock me.
“Well, it doesn't seem right to call this sex.”
“We’re more than neighbors now,” I say.
He nods, and now he's not just petting my pussy, he's moving closer to me. Wrapping his arms around me, drawing me close to his body. “Yes, woman. You're more than a neighbor. I know. It's been one date. One dinner. One whatever the fuck that just was, but you're incredible, Lemon.”