Standing to full height, I pressed as close to her body as the bathroom counter would allow. She finally reached out and touched my arm, wrapping those slender fingers around the muscles on my arms. Addison’s touch was not timid or gentle. She gripped my bicep with a clench that would leave a mark later. But I didn’t care. It would fade far sooner than I wanted because I needed her to mark me.
I continued to stroke her sex, paying extra attention to her clit and savoring her little gasps at each touch.
“Kiss me, Asher,” she whispered and my curiosity was piqued. How far would she let me go? How far could I press her? We were already trudging into the deep murky water. What was one more step?
“Where?”
Addison’s eyes flared and I could see the desire burning there and I knew, without a doubt, that I could give her what she needed.
“My lips,” she dared.
Increasing the pressure of my fingers, I began swirling her tight hooded bundle of nerves. “Which ones, little girl?”
“Both of them,” she replied as her legs began to quake against my hips. “Asher.” I could feel her getting closer to a climax and the sound of my whispered name made me delirious.
Dipping my head, I brushed my lips against hers. The soft flesh was just as I imagined it’d be. Warm. Velvety. Her tongue licked at my lips. That pink muscle that had mesmerized me earlier was knocking me on my ass as it begged for entrance.
I thought I’d done my fair share of kissing with women I’d dated or taken to bed, but none of them could compare to what I was sharing with Addison. It was an invigorating mix of innocence and experience, need and want, and curiosity and familiarity.
I lost track of time as our mouths moved against each other’s tongues, swirling in excitement. It wasn’t until her body shuddered against my palm did I pull back, admiring Addison’s swollen lips. Her body slumped against the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sink, the golden frame glimmering in the light.
Gripping her hips, I tugged her forward as I kneeled back onto the tile floor.
“Lift your hips,” I demanded as I placed my fingers on the waistband of her panties. When she didn’t move, I looked up to find her head resting against the mirror with a dazed look in her eyes. “Addison, lift your hips.” When she still didn’t respond, I nipped at her thigh to get her attention. “Hips,” I growled. I wasn’t used to being denied something and it wasn’t going to start now.
Finally, her lower half lifted from the counter and I was able to tug those adorable black and white polka dot panties down her legs.
“Asher,” she moaned as I jerked her legs open, exposing the skin that glistened from her orgasm. Fuck, I had never seen a pussy look so goddamned perfect before.
Groaning as I leaned forward, I skimmed my nose against her mound and inhaled her intoxicating scent. “Jesus,” I said.
“Wha-” she began, but her words quickly morphed into a whimper as my tongue licked her sex.
I couldn’t control myself as I tasted her essence on my tongue. With fervor, I began licking and sucking at her folds, paying special attention to her clit, which I knew was super sensitive from her earlier release. Eating out a woman was never something I craved. I was usually a selfish lover. But I wanted nothing more than to keep my head buried between Addison’s legs.
I kept at a slower pace, taking my time to savor her, but when she dove her hand in my hair, I couldn’t hold back any longer. By the time her body started shaking against my shoulders, Addison’s fingers were pulling at my strands. I didn’t even care if she left me with a bald patch. My entire purpose was to get her over the edge again. I had a certain appendage that hoped we could take it a step further after because he was also craving her attention.
“Asher!” Addison cried out as her body jerked against my mouth, her thighs clenching around my head. It was the best kind of prison.
A shrilling sound came from the corner of the bathroom and Addison stiffened in my arms.
“You can ignore it,” I told her as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before standing.
“I. . .can’t. It’s my parents.”
Shit. It was bad enough being interrupted by a random call, but by her parents was like dumping ice on a fire. Any passion we had been experiencing was quickly extinguished.
Stepping over to the ball of her pants on the floor, I adjusted my cock in my pants as I bent to retrieve the device.
“Here,” I said, holding out the screen with a picture of her parents flashing on the screen.
“Thanks. . .um.”
“I’ll see you around, Addison.”
“Wait. What?” she called out as I ducked out of the bathroom.
Suddenly I couldn’t breathe, thinking about what I had just done to my best friend’s daughter. It was like a vice had clamped around my lungs. I tumbled out of the house and somehow found my way back to the path that connected the two houses.
“Fuck!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I instantly regretted the decision I’d just made, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the tryst with Addison or the fact that I walked away from her.