She pumps me and I'm close. I know I'm going to come but so is she.
I finger her ever so slightly, knowing it's not gonna take much to get her over the edge.
And I'm right.
“Oh my god,” she begins to moan as I finger her sweet clit, her nub on fire—hot and ready. And my cock is ready to explode. I'm so close, I think, as I press my mouth to her clit to suck her sweetness nice and good.
Her juicy release drips against my mouth as I get her off. At the same time, I shoot ribbons of come from the tip of my cock. But she doesn't hesitate. She starts swallowing me, pumping me until I finish.
She rolls off of me, both of us dizzy with the heat of that release.
We look at one another, both shocked and hungry for more.
“So,” I say, “I guess that's what it's like to 69.”
She licks her lips. “I feel like I could suck your cock all night. Is that a problem?”
I laugh. “You're asking me if it's a problem to give me head?”
She laughs. “Oh my god, I feel like this is the best birthday present in the world.”
I grin. “And we've only just begun.”
7
LEMON
My hand is stillon Anchor’s cock and his hand is between my legs, practically petting my pussy.
“So what happens next?” I ask breathlessly. Ready for more.
“I think this can go one of two ways.”
Hopeful anticipation thrums through my body. “Tell me more.”
“Either we call it a night and see how we're feeling tomorrow or we see what it's like to make love for the very first time.”
“Make love?” His words shock me.
“Well, it doesn't seem right to call this sex.”
“We’re more than neighbors now,” I say.
He nods, and now he's not just petting my pussy, he's moving closer to me. Wrapping his arms around me, drawing me close to his body. “Yes, woman. You're more than a neighbor. I know. It's been one date. One dinner. One whatever the fuck that just was, but you're incredible, Lemon.”
I swallow. “Stop,” I say. “We just met.”
“You've already told me I'm your type.”
I balk. His words seem too good to be true. Everything about this feeling is too unreal, too impossible.
“I don't want to go home and see how I'm feeling tomorrow. I know who I am, Anchor.”
“That's what I love about you,” he says.
“Love about me?” I shake my head. Suddenly, I'm feeling like I'm ready to retreat because this is getting way too real way too fast. I was looking for a solo vacation at the lake house—not preparing myself to fall for this man. This was supposed to be a fling, for fun.
“Tell me what you're thinking right now. Because something just happened.”