Page 126 of Theta

I shrug. “That’s up to you."

"You're the one looking at it. Just give me your honest opinion—shaved, trimmed, or full bush?”

I cup her again, and then press a finger against her seam, slowly fitting it inside her. "Story, my love—as long as it's you, I don't care. But if you really want to know what I’d prefer, I'd say trimmed."

She smiles. "Good to know. I have a tendency to shave, let it grow out to a full bush, and then shave it again. Summers, obviously, I tend to keep…her…trimmed, because bathing suits."

"Not into the whole bush sticking out of the bathing suit bottoms thing?" I ask, teasing.

She snorts. “Um, no. I think most girls do that once and never again."

"You did?"

She shrugs, nods. "Yup. Ninth grade swimming class. I had this awesome blue one-piece. I thought it was the shit. Like, I felt so good in it when I tried it on at the store. But that was at the start of the summer, and I got my pubes in that summer. So then by the time swim class came around in the winter semester, I had grown a full bush. I was too embarrassed to even discuss it with my mom, and the bathing suit thing didn't even enter my mind. I changed into the suit for the first day of swim class and half of the girls in the locker room pointed and laughed. I refused to leave the locker room, got in trouble, and Mom had to pick me up, and I had to explain the whole thing. I’ve been at the very minimum, trimming it since then." She laughs and shakes her head. "Why am I telling you this?"

"Because I want to know everything about you," I say. "But I can think of a better way for you to use that mouth than talking."

She grins. "An excellent point."

She sinks to her knees, caressing my length with her gaze locked on my cock—and I swear to god, the look on her face is downright loving, and then becomes ravenous and eager.

And then she has me in her mouth and she's pumping my shaft with one hand, cupping my balls with the other.

"I meant—oh fuck! I meant kissing," I say.

"I know." She gazes up at me. "I had a better idea."

I gather her hair and pull it aside so I can watch her lips wrap around my cock and slide down my length. "Jesus, baby. Fuck, that feels amazing." I reach down and cup her jaw. "Look at me, sweetheart."

She lets me out of her mouth with an audible pop and gazes up at me, sitting on her heels. "Yes, my love?"

"I want to make love with you," I whisper. "As much as I love the feel of your mouth, it's not what I want. I want you."

She clutches my ass in both hands, rubs, caresses, squeezes, clutches again. "I know. I want you too. I need you inside me like I need my next breath."

"So let's—"

She takes me in her mouth without using her hands, slides her lips stuttering down my cock until she's taken as much of me as she can, and an orgasm surges through me without warning, taking me from pulsing to about to blow in an instant. Before I can release, she lets me go and stares up at me as I fight myself back from the edge. "You're seconds from coming, aren’t you?”

I nod, head hanging. "Fuck. Yes. I told you, I haven't—"

"Neither have I." She rises to her knees and rakes her fingernails down my chest, down my hips, reverses her hands so her fingertips point down as she slides her hands down over my knees and shins and then carves them back up my thighs, pauses to play with my ass, and then explores my back and shoulders, and all the while, her lips are dancing and dotting kisses all over my chest. "We have all the time in the world, now, Killy. You know you want this. You just feel like you're supposed to stop me so we can make love."

“Yeah, I guess that's true."

"I don't want you to stop me. I want to do this."

"Not that I'm arguing, but why?"

She sinks to sit on her heels again, gazing at my cock as she caresses it one-handed. "I like it." She pumps the root and teases the very tip with the fingers of her other hand. "I love your cock. I love making you go crazy. I love knowing I can make you feel amazing.” Now, she squeezes the root of my cock with her middle finger and thumb, hard, pumping the head with a loose fist. "I love watching you get silly and stupid while I've got you down my throat. I love the noises you make, the faces you make. I love how wild you get right before you come. I really love it when you grab me and just stop trying to control yourself and come as hard as you can.” She looks up at me. "Does that answer your question?"

I'm on the edge, still, despite my best efforts, and can only nod, jaw clenched as I force myself to hold back.

She grins. "Cat got your tongue?"

I have no words. I'm at a loss—she's on her knees in front of me, big breasts bare and beautiful and mine, lips wet and swollen, eyes bright and wide, hair loose and wild. "So goddamned perfect." It's all I can manage.

She melts. "You're supposed to say something sexy and demanding, babe, not sweet."