4
Aria
Before his name is fully out of my mouth, he’s devouring it.
His tongue dives between my willing lips and boldly strokes mine.
He tastes me like we haven’t consumed the most delicious meal just now, likeI’mthe meal he’s been desperate for.
He nips and licks, rough sounds escaping him as he pulls me close. Closer.
Until I’m almost in his lap.
Until there’s no space between his hot, hard body and mine.
I hear him shove the remnants of our midnight picnic away.
His hand curls around my throat and in the next breath, he’s lowering me onto the blanket. His big body looms over mine and I whimper.
With need. With anticipation. With a little panic because…God…am I really doing this? Letting this hot stranger have free rein over my body?
How can I not?
Boys and men have been hitting on me since I turned fifteen and my boobs went from B to double-D cup sizes in one summer.
But when my school friends were busy losing their virginity left and right, I never felt the slightest inclination to follow them, to explore sex with any guy.
Then my life seemed to go from one mini-disaster with my mother to another.
Then onto the mega disaster with those terrifying men in the alley.
Sex has been the last thing on my mind, all things considered.
Until now.
Until this gorgeous stranger stared at me in the dark five days ago and I grew wet even before I knew what he looked like.
Now I want to toss my eager little cherry at him and watch him devour it.
He laps at my mouth, repeatedly tonguing that tiny divot on my upper lip like he can’t get enough of that curve.
“You want a taster of how I’m gonna eat up that slice of heaven between your legs?”
Oh God.“I…y-yes,” I whimper.
I feel the barest hint of his smile against my lips, then he turns serious. “Good, because I think you need to be prepared. You need to know that I fully intend for you to lose your pretty little mind when I get between those thighs.”
I don’t tell him that I’m already there, that my brain is on full malfunction mode. Probably because I can’t form words when he starts lapping at my lips with his bold tongue, the decadent sweeps growing insistent as he drags it between my lips.
The hot, wet swipes start a wave directly in my pelvis, making me wetter the longer he flicks his tongue against the little dip at the center above my lips.
God, I didn’t even know that area of my mouth was this sensitive.
When I open up for him on a gasp, he immediately catches the tip of my tongue between his teeth.
I shudder, my imagination providing ample evidence of what this treatment will feel like when he gets a hold of my clit.
It’s so damn hot, I whimper.