She’s already wet for me.
“I've missed you,” I say wistfully, leaning down and licking my lips.
“Zach, are you talking to my vagina?” she asks, giggling.
“Yes.” I squeeze her thighs as I lean in. “What can I say? When I’m not kissing her, I’m missing her.”
Then I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it slowly as I watch her eyes flutter shut. Her head tips back, and I tease her with short, sharp flicks of my tongue, waiting for that little hitch in her breath.
Her fingers dig into my hair and tighten when I lick down and thrust my tongue inside her, angling so my nose brushes her clit with every stroke.
When I get what I’m waiting for—the moan, the gasp, the way her hips grind against my mouth—I smile against her.
She tastes like Honeycomb. My Honeycomb. But better. Sweeter. Fucking addictive.
“Zach,” she moans. Loudly. Too loudly.
I’m going to have to keep her quiet again. Although, if she really cared about who might hear, she wouldn’t still be in this dorm. Honey’s loud in bed, and I love that about her, but she’s the one choosing these thin walls over my house.
I raise my head and arch an eyebrow at her. She meets my eyes without blinking, her hips giving the smallest involuntary jerk under my hands.
My palms stay at the tops of her thighs, keeping her open, and the heat rolling off her pussy is impossible to ignore. She rocks her hips anyway, biting her bottom lip like she’s begging me to pay attention.
She should know better than that.
“I’m sorry,” she gasps. “I can’t help it. It just feels…so good.”
I trail my thumb across her slit, teasing her, watching her lose all her composure. Not that she had much left.
“You know, Ilovehearing you scream when I make you come,” I say. “But this place isn’t worthy of those sounds. So, unless you want your entire floor to hear how wet and needy you are, you need to stay quiet. Understand?”
She nods, but I can see the hesitation across her face.
“I know, but I nearly suffocated last time when I tried to use a pillow to keep it down,” she mutters.
“Then don’t,” I say, grabbing her panties off the floor and scrunching them into a ball.
“Zach, what are you doing?”
“Keeping you quiet.” I show her the panties and pause to gauge her reaction to the unsaid suggestion.
Her lips part. She doesn’t hesitate. She opens wider.
Fuck. I think I’m going to come in my pants.
I push the panties into her mouth, and her lips stretch around the fabric, her cheeks flushed with heat. It’s filthy, but so fucking perfect.
“Do you taste how wet you are?” She nods, and it damn near breaks me.
“Good.” I drag my mouth down to her thighs, spreading them wider with my hands. “Now be a good girl,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers, “and stay nice and quiet… while I make you come all over my fucking face.”
She drops her head back and moans around her panties.
I go down on her again, hungrier this time as I latch my lips onto her clit. I suck, lick, and flick it with my tongue as I push two fingers inside her, and then fuck her with my hand like she’s the only thing that matters.
Because she is.
“So wet. So good,” I say into her swollen flesh, making out with her clit until I feel her vibrate with pent-up pleasure.