I think I love you...
My lips parted, and I swept them against hers. “I think—”
She cut me off by kissing me hard. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I placed my hands beneath her ass and lifted herup into my arms. She wrapped herself around me, and our kiss deepened. I swore I could spend forever against her lips and never get sick of her taste.
Some of my favorite moments in the world were when her lips were pressed against mine. Her kisses often tasted like the banana Laffy Taffy candies she was always popping into her mouth.
My God, I loved her sweet kisses. I loved the way her tongue swept against my bottom lip before she parted her mouth so I could get a deeper taste. I loved the way her hands fell to my chest as mine cruised down her lower back. I loved how she moaned ever so lightly against my lips. I loved the way her spine curved in my direction.
I pulled back and looked at her. I wanted more. I wanted to taste her, explore her. I wanted to feed on her body and her soul.
“Can I...?” I nervously asked like a damn inexperienced fool, but I didn’t even care. If I was going to be a fool, it was going to be for her.
“Yes.” She nodded, moving from my lap to lying on her bed.
I loved undressing her, watching as her eyes dilated from anticipation. I loved how she craved me taking control, but dammit, I loved it even more when she ruled me. I loved how she trembled at my touch but her eyes told me to keep going. I loved how my hands trembled against her skin but my heart told me to keep going...
Keep feeling...
I loved it when I parted her legs and went down on her and she moaned in pleasure. I loved it when I began to rise up to kiss her lips and she told me no, and then I lowered back down to finish my favorite meal. I loved it when she arched her hips up as my tongue fucked her clit. I loved how she told me to goharder and deeper as my tongue lapped repeatedly against her core. I loved her taste. The wetness felt like a reward I received from her being pleased by my job well done.
Then I became addicted to when her moans grew more and more, making me finger fuck her harder and deeper, my tongue rolling in and out of her, sucking against her clit, teasing every single piece of her as her hands stayed tangled in my hair.
“Oh... my... Land... wait... yes... go... slow... ohmygosh...” she cried out.
I loved it when she begged.
“More, more, more...”
I loved that. I loved it so much. I loved...
I...
Loved...
“What’s going on here?” a voice said, breaking us from our dazed trance. I shot my head up to see a grown woman staring my way.
“Mom, hey!” Shay hollered, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around her body. “Oh my gosh, I—you—we—” Her words were jumbled, and I stood up quickly, stunned to see Shay’s mother standing in front of us... in Shay’s room... seconds after my head was between her daughter’s legs.
Nothing about this situation looked good at all.
“What are you doing here?” Shay nervously asked, holding the blanket tightly around her waist.
Holy shit, Shay’s mother just walked in on me going down on her daughter.
I wanted to die a slow, painful death, and the redness in Shay’s face told me she felt pretty much the same way.
Her mom raised a sharp eyebrow. “Came home from work for lunch. What are you doing here? You should be in school!”
“Sorry, Mrs.Gable. This is my fault, and I—” I tried to explain, but she gestured toward the door.
“Leave.”
I did as she said. What other choice did I have?
I headed home, and I texted Shay when I got back to my place.
Me:You good?