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“Uhh ya, kind of the point?”
“I’m saying, they wouldn’t see any part of you.” He shrugs as he drags his hands up my thighs. “Tell me I can.”
I let out a shaky breath, shocked that I’m even considering this as I let my eyes once again scan the perimeter of the essentially empty rooftop. “Be fast.”
He gives me a deadpan look. “I’ll be down here all night if you let me.”
He reaches his hand fully under my dress and skims a digit slowly down my pussy, pressing it slightly into the seam through my panties. “Has anyone been here since I was?”
“Would it matter if someone had been?”
He swallows, like he’s thinking about it before he shakes his head. “No.”
I think about toying with him, trying to make him jealous at the thought that someone had touched me, but ultimately, I go with the truth. “No. You’re the last man that’s been there.” I shake my head.
His nostrils flare and he pushes my panties inside of me a little harder, rubbing his finger over my clit. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“You’re twenty-one and gorgeous and funny as hell. Smart. A ballbuster. Guys must be banging down your door to get to you.”
His eyes meet mine and I squirm under the intensity of his gaze and his finger on my clit. “I don’t tell guys where I live,” I say simply although I know there’s a lot of meaning behind my words given that he’s already been to my house.
He grits his teeth before he moves up my body and stares into my eyes. “I hope you know I’m not letting you go. So, get good and comfortable with having me around because I’m not going anywhere.”
His words are like a shock to my entire system and my heart flutters in my chest like it’s trying to jump out of it and into his hands. I lean forward slightly, pressing my lips to his gently. I just want to seal what he said with a kiss. A kiss that I hope tells him I’m on board with the idea of being stuck with him for a while or maybe even forever, but he deepens it, sliding his tongue into my mouth and removing his hand from between my legs to cup my face. I don’t know how long we kiss, me in the chair and him on his knees in front of me as our mouths reconnect for the first time in months, but I know that I have never felt happier than I do at this moment.
When he finally pulls back, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and a smile tugs at his lips as he slides my dress up revealing the apex of my thighs to him. He leans closer and there’s no way that anyone passing by could see anything. He pushes my panties to the side, reminiscent of the first time he did this and a cocky grin finds his face. He’s still staring at my bare wet pussy when he asks, “Did you get waxed for this trip?”
“Maybe.” I squirm under his lustful gaze. His eyes meet mine and I roll my eyes. “Don’t give me a hard time for being prepared! Did you bring condoms?”
“Obviously,” he says, “but I hope you won’t make us use them.” I’ve never gone bare with anyone. Even us fooling around without one briefly that night was something I’d never done before. “You can think about it; you don’t have to make a decision now. And if you prefer that I put one on, I don’t care. I want you, however you’ll take me.”
I think I believe him. I don’t think this will be the last time we have this conversation, but at this moment, I don’t think he’ll pressure me about it.
“I…I’m on birth control.”
A smile pulls at his lips as his mouth descends down my body and between my legs. He pulls me closer to the edge of the chair, lifting my legs slightly before his mouth presses against my pussy in a hot open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts out instantly sliding through the lips of my sex and swirling it around before it touches my clit lightly like he’s not sure he wants to touch it yet. I let out a whimper and then a sigh when he moves to my opening, sawing in and out of me so slowly.
Better than I remembered, I think. I’m wound the fuck up and fairly certain I’m already close to coming when I hear the clink of his belt.
Oh my god, is he going to try and fuck me here?! The thought arouses and excites and terrifies me, and I guess we can add this to the ever-growing list of things I’m doing with Christopher Holt that I’ve never done. I expect him to move off my cunt, but he continues, lapping at my clit like I’m a cone of ice cream and he doesn’t want to waste a drop. He holds one hand in front of my face. “Spit.”
I gasp out of lust and shock because I feel pretty wet already but I do as he says and I watch as he pulls away from my pussy for a second to spit in it also before he’s back to fucking me with his mouth. Instantly, his breathing gets heavier and I can feel it against my wet flesh. “What…are…you doing?” I manage between rapid breaths.
“Eating your pussy gets my dick so hard. It’s never been like this with anyone but you.”
“Are you…oh god!” I moan when he flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue. “Masturbating?”
“Yes, and I’m going to fucking come.”
“Because of…the way I taste?”
“And feel.” He grunts. “Softest fucking pussy.” The crassness of his words washes over me. He slows his strokes and I feel myself nearing the edge. I drop both of my hands to the back of his head, keeping him where I want him as I rock my hips against his mouth. Fuck I want him. Bad.
“Chris, oh my god.”
“Good girl. You remembered.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and I fucking lose it. At the peak of my orgasm, I remember where we are and slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds of me going over the edge. I hear a low groan somewhere in the distance and I hope that means that Chris has come too.
