kiss every inch of me. “When I’m finally inside you in every way possible, you’ll know how bloody perfect we are,” he adds before taking my whole nipple with his beautiful mouth and sucking diligently.
“If you keep talking and sucking, I may come without you ever touching my clit,” I say. I can feel him smiling with his mouth full and I love that little crinkle that forms around his eyes.
“That’s the bloody point. Making you come until you can’t keep your eyes open.”
I like hearing naughty things come out of that mouth of his in his sinfully sexy British accent, but I’m not sure I even could come more than once. I’ve lied to Em about having multiple orgasms countless times, but is that a normal thing to have? I wish I could just turn my analytical mind off, and enjoy this man and everything he wants to do to me. “Don’t beat yourself up if I don’t come more than once.”
He lets go of my nipple and says with such seriousness that you’d think we’re debating world politics and not my potential climaxing tally, “You can and you will come more than one lousy time for the love of God. Got it? I have you under me and I plan to labor very hard and long to make you happy. It took me all bloody morning to convince your Yankee arse to let me do this. Sorry, but once just won’t do! I’ve never given twopence about making any bird come. So please consider how special you are, love. I’m not even thinking about my poor knob. I only care about your cunt and how your eyes will look once you let go and start trembling.”
“Then, why are you still talking?” I ask with a wink.
“Cheeky. I like it,” he replies continuing with his tongue licking down my stomach.
This boy really makes me giddy. He’s beautiful and funny and his sweetness and charm drive me insane. I can probably look at him all day long and not find a single flaw. There is nothing about him I would change except I wish I’d met him fifteen years ago. I wish my heart had only known and loved someone like him. I wish I were there for him in his saddest hour like he is for me right now.
“Come back, you need to kiss me.” I try to get him to stop tickling my stomach with his hair and tongue and come give me a long kiss.
“Not yet, love, I need to kiss you somewhere else first,” he announces, already between my legs.
Oh my God. I look down to see his face positioned at my entrance. He slides his arms under my unsteady legs and brings his hands over the top, holding me open for him and spreading my folds with his fingers. I’m drenched in desire as liquid pours out of me. He adjusts himself and flexes those ridiculous muscular arms of his, getting into the perfect position. He makes a real meal out of this, as if he plans to be down there for hours.
My arousal level is at DEFCON 1. It feels weird to watch, feel, and respond to everything he’s doing to me. He uses one hand to spread my folds and the other hand is over my stomach, no doubt trying to calm my shaking body. I shiver as if being cold but I’m overheated and sweating everywhere. He smiles and shows me his tongue right before he slowly and lazily licks into my wetness. Oh. My. Fucking. God. Oh. My. God.
“Nothing Compares 2U” by Sinéad O’Connor
I wasn’t nervous until I felt Sara trembling under my touch, and it causes me to lose it and I begin to shake, too. This girl who seems fragile has enough strength to pull every string in my heart and I don’t bloody recognize myself. If the Me from yesterday saw the Me today, he wouldn’t know who this baffled bloke is. Isa once told me that when she was introduced to Louis at a party, she just knew that he was the one. I remember listening to her and thinking how preposterous that sounded; to see a person and think, Yeah I’d like to see you for the rest of my life. Even when I gave Brandy a ring and asked her to be my wife, I still couldn’t imagine only being with her for all my days. Then I met Emily, and the things that woman