She whimpers when I pull away, her eyes begging for more as she starts to reach for me.
Sitting back in the chair, I grip the top of her shorts and start to pull them off. She eagerly lifts her hips so that I can get them off easier. Once they are off, I put her feet back in place, and open her thighs to see that her panties are soaked.
“Is my sweet, little cherry all wet for me?” I ask, my voice thick with desire. Every time Evie blushes, her cheeks turn as red as a cherry, and I’ve always teased her about it. And the way she reacts to me, especially now that we have taken this to the next level makes me think I’ll be keeping this nickname.
“Yes,” she breathes, a light pink brushing her cheeks. “I’m always wet for you, Low. It’s fucking uncomfortable to be like that all the time, but I can't help it.”
I chuckle against the soaked fabric that's between me and my girl's sweet pussy. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been with a woman before. I’d be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about being shit at this and embarrassing myself, but I’m too prideful to let that get in my way.
Needing to taste her now, I pull off her panties. I feel like I’m unwrapping a present, and fuck, it’s the best damn thing I could have asked for.
She lies there, bare before me, her pussy glistening with her arousal. “So fucking beautiful,” I groan.
I grip the bottom of her thighs and hold her still as I lick her from bottom to top. Her cry of pleasure... my name on her lips, has my pussy aching. Fuck, knowing that’s just from one taste, I’m excited to hear what other sounds I can coax out of her.
The slightly salty taste of her juices quickly becomes addicting. I nudge her swollen clit with the tip of my nose before sucking it into my mouth. The action has her gripping the sides of the desk as her back arches.So. Fucking. Sexy.
Every sound coming from her clouds my mind until all I can think about is her. I feast on her cunt like a madwoman until she's a shaking, blubbering mess.
“Harlow!” she sobs. “Fuck, I'm so close. God, your mouth feels amazing.”
She grips my hair tightly as she starts to ride my face. She goes to remove it as if I would be mad at her reaction to me driving her wild, but I place my hand over hers to stop her and keep her hand there. It takes a second for her to tangle her fingers in my hair again, and it spurs me on, eager to watch her explode.
I want to fuck her with my fingers, but I don’t want to hurt her. Looks like it’s time to get a manicure, and keep my nails short from now on. Oh well, it will make getting the blood out from under them a lot easier.
“Oh... Oh. Fuck!” she pants. She tries to lock my head in place, but I force her thighs apart, pinning them to the desk as I finish her off, sucking and nipping at her clit.
“Yes!” she screams, her back arching again, and her nails dig into my scalp as she holds me in place, riding out her release.
When she cums, shefucking cums, squirting all over my face. I’ve seen shit like this in porn videos, but damn, my face is literally dripping with her juices.
“Holy shit, I don't think I’ve ever cum that hard,” she pants, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are closed and I grin at her as I look her over. Her face is flushed, a slight pink blush sprinkled across her cheeks, and her breasts bounce as she gets her breathing under control.
“I’m glad I wasn't total shit at it then, seeing how that was my first time with a woman.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “It was fucking mind-blowing.” She opens her eyes and I watch as her pupils expand to black, the pink on her cheeks growing into a deep red.
“Oh...”
“Looks like I got myself a little sprinkler.” I grin at her, and grab some tissues from the bookshelf behind me to wipe my face. She quickly closes her legs and sits up.
“Fuck. I'm sorry.” She looks so embarrassed, her eyes wide and her once pink cheeks going bright red once more, and that just won't fly with me.
“Come. Sit,” I say, sitting down in the chair, and patting my lap. She looks down at her naked lower half, as if worried about her lack of clothing. “Sit,” I repeat a little more forcefully. She gets off the desk and straddles my lap, but she won't meet my eye. “Look at me, E,” I say, my voice softer. Her eyes flick up to mine with an unsure look. “Firstly, don't ever be embarrassed with me. And secondly, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Besides, babe, we’ve watched each other pee, have had shark week at the same time, and hell, we even farted around each other.” I smirk at the memories.
“Harlow!” She gapes at me.
“Well, it's true,” I say with a laugh. “Just because we are something more now doesn’t mean we’re not still best friends. You are my ride or die, and this doesn't change anything. Just added perks.” My grin turns naughty by the end of my statement. “Speaking of perks.” I pull down her shirt and thin lace bra to reveal her very erect nipple. Wasting no time, I take it into my mouth. She moans, tossing her head back as she starts to grind her bare pussy on my thigh.
Just as I’m ready to take her for another round, the door opens. My hand finds my dagger and I pull it out, launching it towards the door. It lands with a thud in the doorframe. “Knock!” I roar, breaking Evie out of her lust-filled haze. No one gets to see my girl like this except me. I don’t give a fuck if they’ve all seen me naked and exposed, but that won’t happen with Evie. She's not like that.
“Sorry, Queenie,” Max says, quickly closing the door. “I’ll just talk to you later,” he calls through the door.
“Well, looks like we need to get back to reality.” I let out a sigh, and lean back.
“Right.” Evie nods, but she doesn't move. “Low?” She bites her lip.
“Yes, lovely?” I say, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs. Damn, this whole affectionate nickname thing is becoming natural already. Maybe it just takes the right person.