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In my younger days, I studied the female anatomy more than I studied for any test in high school or college. I know how to read a woman’s body better than she can read her own. Faster, harder? It doesn’t always actually mean faster and harder. Kind of like how just like that means it’s enjoyable. I don’t want her to simply enjoy it. I want her to be thinking about it for the next two days because my hope is that instead of merely pushing my hand down her pants, she’ll grab my hair and guide my head down between her thick thighs.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Oh God.” That last part, her voice literally squeaks, and it drives me fucking wild.
Kissing down her neck, I continue moving lower. “I wanna taste your tits, Red. You good with that?” I pump my finger in a little deeper, curling them, seeking, searching, and—fuck yeah—finding her G-spot.
“Yes. Yes. Oh yes.” Her thighs tighten around my hips.
I don’t even have to pull up her shirt; she does it for me.
“You drive me wild—fucking wild.”
She’s wearing a front clasp. I quickly flick it open and palm her full, milky-white C-cup and realize it might be a D. I brush my thumb over her peaked coral-colored nipple, and she almost comes off the kitchen island.
“Christ, I am so glad your tits are sensitive. I happen to be a titty man.”
Before she has a chance to reply, I palm a nice, plump one in my hand, and I lean in and lick across it.
“Shit, yes. Shit, yes.”
I feel her nipple harden further against my tongue and suck it into my mouth partially as I hold the other breast, still fingering her hot, wet center.
Whimpering, she thrusts against my hand as her nails sink into my back.
It is so fucked up, fingering and playing with the tits of a girl who, up until last night, I was sure didn’t know I existed, yet I’ve been having dreams about her since the first day I saw her hurrying to her car, hopping on one foot, all that red hair flying behind her. I was content with her being a dream, the kind you have at night and during the day while you’re awake. But after that kiss at the concert, I was making plans in my head about when I could do it again.
There’s something about her, though, something that tells me I need to leave her wanting more or she could easily shut me down on Tuesday.
“I want you to come on my hand. Do you want that—to come on my hand?” I tap out what I like to think is Morse code for “time to come” on her G-spot and massage it, and when I feel her insides quiver, I know she’s there.
A strangled cry escapes her as her thighs start to shake. Her natural instinct to pull away tells me it’s been a while.
“Fuck that, Red. Stay right here. Stay with me. Come on my fucking hand.”
And that is exactly what she does.
Her sexy-as-hell moans turn into labored breathing, and she clenches her teeth as she tries to hold back. I’m not having that. I squeeze one of her tits and pinch her nipple while sucking hard on the other and biting down just enough to make her let go.
“Yes! Yes. Fuck yes,” she says over and over again until her body begins to relax.
I wrap an arm around her, pull her tight to me, and kiss the side of her face while still slowly fucking her with my fingers until her breathing has slowed.
Lips to her temple, I whisper, “You’re fucking amazing.”
“Pretty sure that was all you.”
I sit back and cup her chin, tilting her head up and kissing her nice and softly again and again. “Red, that wasn’t even half of me.” I watch her eyes lower until they come to rest on my erection then widen. “We’ll take it slow.” I pull my fingers out of her pants, kiss the top of her head, and step back. “One base at a time. We got to first base at the concert. Second base tonight, which happens to be my favorite. And after hearing you come, feeling you around my fingers, tasting your tits, I’m happy to stay at second for as long as you need.”
“Pretty sure that was third.”
“My bad. You’re right. I was mesmerized by your tits, Red.”
Blushing, she pulls her shirt down. “They’re good boobs.”
“Love that you know that.”
Walking backward slowly, I stick my fingers in my mouth and suck them, getting a bit drunk on her taste and essence. Before turning around, I pull them out, watching her eyes. Those turquoise eyes are big and wide and shimmering.
“You taste delicious, Red.”
