A slow grin stretches across my face. The tight leggings she has on now are similar, hugging her legs in a deep green color. Only a thin barrier separates her ass from my lap.
Cupping her face, I draw her in for a kiss that quickly turns dirty as our tongues glide together. She twists her flexible body to reach me, ending up straddling my lap and grinding on me. I groan against her lips.
“There’s something we didn’t get to do yesterday and I can’t hold out any longer.”
Her lids are heavy. “Do your worst.”
The echo of the last time she said that to me when I cornered her in the girls’ bathroom sounds in my head. I hoist her into my arms and carry her to the bed, dropping her down hard enough to bounce. She stretches, lifting her arms over her head. With a wicked grin, I crawl over her and kiss my way down her neck, over her hard nipples, biting them through her cropped shirt to earn a cry. I continue lower, licking into her exposed belly button on my way to her waistband.
Peering up, I take in the incredible sight of her propped up on her elbows, watching me. “I’m going to taste your pussy.”
“Yes,” she whispers, her knees falling open to allow me room to settle between her legs.
A hunger that’s nearly feral overtakes me as soon as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her snug yoga pants. I yank them down with rough tugs and fling them behind me while she giggles. Smacking the outside of her thigh to quiet her, I use my grip to pull her leg open for me. Once again she’s not wearing any underwear. My mouth waters as I sink to my elbows between her thighs.
The first swipe of my tongue over Maisy’s wet folds makes me groan and dive in for a second taste. It’s better than I imagined when I pictured doing this for the first time. She arches off the bed with a high-pitched cry as my tongue drives her wild. I grab her hips and find every way to make her pant and moan. When I slide two fingers into her, she clenches around me, gripping me with her tight heat, making me want to drive my cock into her right now.
“Oh, fuck!” Maisy hooks a leg over my shoulder, hips bucking as she rides my fingers and my face. “I’m so close!”
I growl against her slick and swollen folds, sucking and licking until she clenches her thighs around my head with a hoarse cry. I don’t stop. I keep feasting on her like I have to savor every single taste, curling my fingers inside her and pumping them. At first she tries to get away, only to let her legs drop open while pushing her pussy against me, coming undone again. I force orgasm after orgasm out of her until she’s trembling.
“I need you,” she begs. “Please, I need you right now. Don’t keep me waiting anymore. We’ve wasted too much time on waiting.”
I still don’t stop, not until I’m good and ready to take my mouth off her. Maybe it’s to put off what I have to tell her for a few minutes more. Her begging turns into a delirious litany. When I do sit back, my face is a mess. I pull my fingers free and make sure she watches as I lick them clean.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers, her gaze full of liquid heat. “Right now. I need your cock filling me up.”
My heart clenches and my stomach dips.
“I—”
I break off, running my gaze over her body. It’s not like I was waiting specifically for her, but I didn’t go out of my way to do it either.
The truth of my love for her hits me right in the chest.
She’s the only one I’ve ever cared for, the only one I’ve pictured doing this with. I swallow thickly. The times I’ve been with girls have been far and very few between, and even then it never felt right to do more than get them off with our clothes mostly on. Meeting her gaze, I lay my secret on the table.
“I haven’t… There was only ever you. It was always you, Maisy.”
Twenty-Five
Maisy
My heart sits in my throat as the deep aching need intensifies between my legs. I never thought… He’s always been so dominant the few times we’ve hooked up, I didn’t even think he wasn’t experienced.
Leaning up to cup Fox’s jaw, I smile. “It’s okay. I want you. You just made me come like four times. You can’t do it wrong, just do what feels good.”
Relief melts the lines of tension that I’m not judging him for never having sex before. That kind of stuff doesn’t matter to me, it’s all society pressure anyway. He crashes our mouths together in a wild kiss. We wind up in a tangle of limbs as we peel out of the rest of our clothes.
A huff leaves him when I push him back to study his inked chest. The tattoo of the ocean is amazing, the intricate waves rolling and rippling along his muscles, stretching across his heart and down his arm in a half sleeve. Hidden amongst the details is a second tattoo, this one a crow wearing a crown perched on a skull with its wings spread. My lips part as I trace it with my fingertips. A hoarse noise vibrates in his throat as I touch the ink I’ve been dying to see.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I told you I missed the ocean, too.”
Grinning, I steal another kiss. His powerful thighs drive me crazy as I trap one between my legs. I have half a mind to rub my clit against his thigh until I come again, but I want to feel him inside me.
Fox breaks the kiss and curses under his breath, glancing at his discarded jeans with a dismayed look. “I don’t have a condom. The guys…they used to tease me and slip one into my wallet, but I got rid of the last one when it expired.”