"Can I?" I nudge at her knees, and her cheeks flame red, but she does as I ask, dropping her knees to the side to show me the slickness between her legs. Her juices spread to the insides of her thighs. I bend down, looking closer, inspecting every fold and crevice and perfection that is a part of her.
"Oh my God, what're you doing?" she shrieks, closing her thighs on each side of my head.
I push her legs apart. "Stop. You're… fucking hell." I let out a heavy breath and watch as her folds tense and quiver.
Fucking. Shit.
I can'tnot.
My tongue peeks out, and I swipe between her folds. My eyes roll in the back of my head at the flavor, the sweetness as it touches my tongue. A slight tanginess that lingers in my mouth. I can't help but go back for more, licking up her wetness.
Her hips jackknife off the bed, and I bring my hand to her stomach, pushing against the softness of her belly until her butt hits my sheets once again.
I continue licking her, continue ravaging her, swallowing every drop of juice I possibly can, until her pants turn into moans, and I bring my hand to her mouth so everyone in the house doesn't know what we're doing in here.
Her body starts trembling, and I know she's orgasming. I suck on the bud at the top of her folds, flicking my tongue against it until her trembling stops, and she sinks into the mattress like a wilted flower.
I lean back on my knees, my erection straining and nearly purple, and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"I've never…" she pants.
My eyes widen. "That was your first time?"
She nods, rolling over and glancing down at my erection. "My turn?"
She crawls toward me, grabbing it in her hand. She grips it tightly, moving her hand awkwardly up and down. I place my hand over hers. "Like this." I show her how I like it, and when I release my hand, she does exactly as I showed.
My eyes roll in the back of my head.
It doesn't take long. Her tiny, firm fingers wrapping around my erection make it painfully hard. Soon enough, I grunt, "Going to come." That doesn't stop her, and she keeps pumping, until I'm spilling all over my stomach and all over her hand.
Perfect.
She brings a finger up to her mouth, dipping it between her wet lips and places the pad on her tongue, tasting me.
"Mmmm. Tastes good."
Fucking shit.
CHAPTER TEN
LUNA
1994
"Ugh, isn't he hot?" Nora says from beside me.
I stare at Roman, singing his heart out as his fingers fly over the strings of his guitar. He owns the stage; he owns the guitar. He owns everything that he walks on. There's just something about him that's so…possessive. He's an enigma, and I guess I've known it since we were little, but as he gets older it only gets more real.
But now… now he's in his last year in high school, and the little boy that I used to know is now a man. His long, dark hair is damp at the ends from sweat as he shakes it to the beat of his music. I watch as droplets of sweat fly into the air. He doesn't look anywhere besides his guitar, otherwise his eyes are closed. He doesn't play for the crowd. He plays because he was born to do it.
"Can you stop watching my brother like that?" I look over at Nora and see her face scrunched up in distaste.
"Shut up." I flick my bunched-up straw wrapper at her.
"I can't believe this year is almost over. Next year we're going to be seniors."
"I know." I frown. It's been good to be back in school with Roman, mostly now that we're dating. It feels natural. Never once have things been awkward or feel uncomfortable. Every little bit of our relationship has been flawless, seamless. We easily melded from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend.