her feel, but her survival instincts were still raging hard in her dark eyes. She wanted to stay but felt like she should go. It was a good thing I planned on taking the choice out of her shaking hands. Before she could get her bearings, I dropped my mouth over the same eager peak, leaving a damp circle on her shirt as I used my tongue and teeth to torture her nipple.
She gasped loudly, and her back bowed up off the bed. Her eyes finally drifted shut, and I felt the bite of her fingernails in my skin through the fabric of my shirt. Her legs moved involuntarily, and while she was caught up in the initial wave of sensation, I quickly moved my free hand to her midsection. Her skin was soft and warm, and her bellybutton was a cute little indent that my fingers skated over as they swiftly found their way to the waistband of her borrowed pants. It was always sexy when I first explored all those places that were so responsive and sweet. But it was even better when I got to tug my clothes away from her private places no one else was allowed to see, let alone touch.
One of her hands landed on the back of my head, and I felt her fingers fist a handful of my hair. She made a noise that might’ve been a protest—or possibly a promise of retribution—either way, it quickly faded as my fingers dipped lower and my mouth moved with more purpose. I should’ve taken her shirt off before I started to feast on her, but I didn’t want to give her even a moment to think things through. I wanted her as unsteady and unsure as I’d been since she showed up and turned everything upside down.
She didn’t part her legs to give my questing fingers easy access. But it didn’t matter. Her body was honest to a fault, and I could feel the way she got wet and slick to the touch the closer I got to that sweet spot between her legs. She quivered, and I felt her thighs tense as her delicate opening beckoned with welcoming heat.
It was hot.
She was so soft and slippery wet.
There was something about having the actual girl-next-door spread out shamelessly beneath me that made my head spin. She’d followed me everywhere I went, and this didn’t feel that much different. Wherever I touched, wherever I tasted, her body responded as if it were hardwired to react in the most pleasing, desirable way. I’d always wanted to protect her, but now I wanted to devour her as well. She had all my baser instincts firing and pounding through my veins.
Because she kept her legs closed, it wasn’t like I could dive into her heat and lose my head as she melted around my fingers. Instead, I had to skim as I slid my touch along her silky folds, using my thumb to barely dip inside. She shuddered anyway, and I wanted more than anything to know just how fast I could get her off. She acted like she’d never been touched intimately before. Her response was so unfiltered and pure. I didn’t have to guess if she liked what I did to her or how I put my hands on her because she couldn’t hide how she felt.
I finally lifted my head from her breast, taking an inexplicable amount of pleasure in how high and tight her nipple was through her sheer shirt. The material was wet enough, I could see the faint raspberry color, and just like the rest of her, I thought the tint was cute and unique to Ollie.
We stared at each other in strained silence for a long moment. I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp and watched as a million emotions played over her face. It was a toss-up if she would push me away or welcome me in. I thought I might die if she picked the former. I wasn’t sure my dick had ever been this hard or that I’d ever wanted anyone more than I wanted her. I refused to think that my desire might be heightened because I knew she could slip through my fingers at any moment.
Without a word, she suddenly shifted her legs, and my thumb, which had been gently stroking along the slipper seam of her pussy, dipped inside and bumped against her clearly excited clit. We both groaned loudly at the contact, and