I was more than okay. Her essence tasted delicious and giving her pleasure was almost as much fun as getting off myself.
I licked my way through her soft folds, alternating between light, teasing strokes and deeper, rougher swipes, keeping her guessing. Soon she was rolling her hips, silently directing me to where she wanted my touch, but I resisted, wanting to tease her and work her up the same way she’d done to me.
When she started shaking I clamped my hands on her hips, pressing deep enough for her to feel the bite of my fingers, and increased my pace, focusing my attention around first her opening, and then her clit.
“Genny, I’m close.”
Her words were like firing a starter pistol. I dug my fingers harder into the soft skin of her hips and redoubled my efforts, focusing my attention on her clit, bringing it between my lips and sucking down hard. Her orgasm hit and she stiffened above me for a few seconds, as if she was in suspended animation, then started bucking wildly against my face, mindlessly taking her pleasure.
I continued my ministrations until her movements slowed, then I lightened my strokes, bringing her down. She pushed off the headboard, landing on the side of the bed next to me but facing the opposite direction, one of her legs across my chest. I stroked her leg as she caught her breath, and when she was finally calm again, she shifted herself around to press into my side.
“I missed that,” she whispered against my shoulder.
“So did I. Waiting to have sex again was my stupidest idea ever.”
She looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes. “Nah, it was a good idea. It’s what we needed to get to know each other better and make sure what we were feeling was real and not clouded by our physical attraction.”
“It’s real,” I said, my words a vow.
“Yeah, it is, and that’s a problem.”
“Why?”
“Because this is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been on and I’m pretty sure it’s too big to fit in my bedroom.”
“You’re going to buy a new bed?” I asked.
She shook her head and caught my gaze, her expression turning vulnerable.
“I was hoping you’d bring it with you when you move in with me.”
I was so surprised I sat right up, knocking her off my shoulder. “What? You want me to move in with you?”
She looked suddenly unsure of herself. “That’s okay, it’s too soon right? And someone who’s used to living in a castle probably doesn’t want to live in some two bedroom fixer upper, and…”
I put my hand over her lips to make her stop talking. “That was a shocked ‘you want me to move in with you’ not a ‘are you crazy?’ question.”
“Oh.” She licked her lower lip, something I knew she did when she was feeling uncertain. “So, uh what do you think? About moving in together? I mean, I guess I could move in here if you really wanted me to. If you want to live together, I mean. No problem if you think it’s too soon or it’s a bad idea or whatever.”
“Wow, I’ve never heard you babble like this before,” I smirked. “It’s kind of cute.”
She huffed out a sigh. “Do you want to live together or not?”
“I definitely want to live together,” I said, reaching out a hand to cup her face. “I just thought you’d make me work for it a little more.”
I laid back down and she grabbed the comforter, pulling it over both of us before snuggling in close again. “Is this crazy? Us making a commitment and moving in together when we haven’t known each other very long?”
“Crazy would be us feeling like this and not doing anything about it,” I reassured her. “But I think we should wait a couple more months just to be sure we’re both on the same page and eliminate any lingering doubts.”
“I have zero doubts,” she said firmly. “But you’re right, there’s no rush. You’re not going anywhere and neither am I.”
“You’d better not be,” I mumbled against her throat. “Let’s agree to revisit this two months from today, how about that?”
“Sounds good. Although I’m surprised you’re being the responsible and sensible one in this relationship.”
I smacked her hip playfully. “Rude!”
“What will your family say about us moving in together?” she asked.