I take my tongue and lick straight up her center, causing her eyelids to fall closed. Between the attentiveness of my mouth and the fingers that I rotate in and out of her, she gets lost fairly quickly. I can’t help but smile a little bit when her legs begin to shake. I softly kiss her one more time before getting off my knees.
“Holy shit.” She sighs. “That was… well it was…”
She struggles to find words, so I finish them for her, “Perfect?”
“It was more than perfect. It was mind-blowing.”
I grin at her, “I’ll be sure to add mind-blowing to my Tinder profile.”
She sits up fast in defense, but I ease her mind. “I’m just kidding. I don’t even have Tinder.”
“I know,” She states, “That’s not your style.”
I laugh at her, “No, it’s not.”
She closes her legs, her t-shirt barely covering her. “You gonna stand there and talk about your non-existent Tinder profile, or you gonna come kiss me?”
I don’t waste any more time giving her a few more mind-blowing orgasms before we both pass out for the night.
The next day, Emma called me, but I was not at all surprised because she sent me a text five minutes ago that said if I didn’t respond that she was calling and bitching me out.
“Okay. What is going on?” She snaps. “You are ignoring my calls and moms. You’re like a ghost.”
“I’m not a ghost,” I sigh, “I’m just busy.”
“Yeah, busy fucking your ex’s best friend.”
I’m silent for a moment, debating whether or not to lie, but I’m not just fucking her. “You are way off base.”
She snickers, “Eric William Blackwood, I know when you are lying before you even lie.”
“I’m not lying, brat.”
“You are.”
“I’m not!”
“Okay, if you aren’t banging your dream girl, then something else is definitely going on. I can sense it.”
The phone starts, beeping erratically in my ear, signaling a FaceTime.
“Ahhh!” She screams, “I totally knew it. You’re smirking!”
“I’m smirking because you are acting ridiculous.”
“You’re doing that thing again, E.”
I tilt my brows in, “What thing?”
“That thing where you deflect and try to bullshit me. You know that you can’t bullshit the queen of bullshit.”
I laugh, “You are relentless. Where’s Ty?”
She flips the camera around, Ty throwing a wave up from the couch, “Hey, man.”
“Hey bro, think you can get a handle on baby Emma? She’s acting out?”
Emma scoffs, “Big brother, you don’t even want to know how he punishes me.”