We hold hands on the train back to Brielle’s apartment and tease one another—she swirls her middle finger over my middle knuckle, as if telling me how she’ll rub my clit once she gets the chance.
I still taste her sweet self on my lips. We’re surrounded by people, but I blow in her ear and whisper, “I want to devour you until there’s nothing left.”
“Mmm,” she responds, scrunching her neck and shuddering.
“I’ll get so lost in you, you’ll have to remind me to come up for air.”
“Can’t wait to return the favor.” Brielle sweeps my brown hair from my shoulder and nibbles my earlobe. “Kirstin?”
“Yeah? Oh—” I wince at the surprise bite, but don’t push her away.
“Will you fuck me?”
I titter. “Do you have what I’ll need for that?”
“Anything you need, I’ll find.” Brielle pulls back to meet my eyes again.
We stare into one another, lacing our fingers with both hands, and let the vibration of the train tease us the rest of the way.
She asked me to come over to her apartment earlier in the week, but I said no, unsure if she was ready for what I wanted to offer her. The only reason I don’t sprint now is because the black leggings slide into every bump and curve of her ass and in the right light from behind, I see the wet spot created by not letting her wear the panties in my purse.
God, to bend you over the second I get the chance…
“Come on, it’s at the top of the stairs.” She sways her hips in her climb, deliberately showing off.
I whistle, then chase her at full clip.
She giggles and unlocks her door while squealing, and I reach her just as it opens. The moment her keys leave her hand and fall with a loud clack on the tile kitchen floor inside, I pull her waist to mine and thrust my pelvis.
“You’re so demanding,” she says with a cocked brow.
“I am, doll. Why don’t you give me the tour?”
Brielle twitches in a momentary smile. “If that’s what—”
“Start here.” I shove her against the wall behind her and attack her lips with mine. Holding her still with one hand on her cheek, my other hand delves below to trail over the thin fabric of her leggings. “Next stop, somewhere I can bend you over.”
“Bedroom? Couch?”
I stop to penetrate her gaze with mine. “Hmm…couch.”
Brielle fights to move down the hallway since I’m giving her some friction, but we both like the challenge. Once the black pleather couch is in view, I take charge and pull her close again.
“I’m stripping you. Arms up.” My firm and serious order makes me feel more powerful than I ever have. She’s mine.
“And I thought I’d have to work to seduce you.” Like she did in the dressing room before, Brielle slowly raises her hands up and leans her head back.
I lift the solid purple shirt over her face, but I don’t remove it completely. Now that she’s vulnerable, I unfasten her bra and ferociously suckle her breasts.
“Oh—”
“Are you sensitive here? Does it make you tingle?” I pinch the nipple I’m not sucking until she squeaks.
Her soft pale skin is sweet here. Forgiving. Brielle’s breasts are firm, but not too much to handle. After all, more than a handful would be a waste.
I wouldn't dare waste a single second, or even an atom of her body. She is mine.
“Keep doing that…yes…” she coos while I switch sides.
“Yeah?” I stop to lift her bra over her head so it stops getting in my way. “I want more.” Yanking them down to the floor in a single motion, her leggings are off, and I’m on my knees below her. “Crawl on the couch and bend over.”
She nearly falls since her ankles are virtually tied, but she does as I ask. With her knees together on the cushion and her chest on the back of the couch, she’s exposed to me from behind. In the bright sunlight leaking in from the window, her blushing vulva shines.
I caress her soft skin and slide my hand along her spine while she undulates with anticipation. The smack I give her ass ricochets through the apartment—a perfect companion to her soft sigh afterwards.
“Spread your knees.”
“I can’t. My ankles—”
“I didn’t say shit about your ankles. I said, spread your knees.” Assisting her, I pull them apart and keep her feet close together, making a triangle from my view. “That’s right. Keep them open.” Lowering myself to the proper height, I extend my tongue as far as I can to enter her.
“Kirstin.”
Back and forth, slow, I lap up what she drips, then lick north to her ass and rim her, too. Everything is sweet. The way she twitches as I move says enough about how she’s taking it. In an attempt to test her even more, I spread her cheeks and blow on her wet skin, watching as her pussy breathes with her, becoming so wet that a single drop of her slick makes its way from her skin to to the couch below.
“My god. You really want it, don’t you?” I laugh and move her body to the side so she can get on her back.
“You have no idea.” She rises to her elbows to meet me for a kiss before submitting to my pressure to lie still.
Removing the last of her clothes and opening her legs, I dive in once more, this time without regard for anyone who might hear us. I savor everything she has and moan in muffled desperation to feel more of her, which she answers by squeezing her thighs against my face. The heat and the musty wetness overtaking my mouth almost suffocates me.
But I love it. Oh, how I love it so.
A wave makes its way through her body and she becomes progressively louder and more frantic in her twitching. “Right there…don’t move, don’t stop, fuck yes!”
You’re almost there. I can feel it.
She bucks and holds my head in place. My hair’s getting in the way, but I ignore it. Brielle is still dripping with want, and it makes a delightful smacking sound as she moves.
In what I now know is her signal for climax, she stops moaning and starts holding her breaths with one strident squeak at the end. One, two, three of these, culminating in a single exhale that relaxes her legs and makes her hands squeeze a handful of my hair. Brielle calls out in genuine surprise and pleasure, though I don’t stop my suckling at her clit until I’m certain it’s over.
“Enough of that,” she says, pushing me away. Brielle scrambles to take off my shirt and see the rest of me in the same way I wanted to see the rest of her. Her precious lower lip quivers and her quick blinking is equally cute.
“Do you know what you’re doing, pretty girl?” I ask, submitting to her hands and forgiving any way she wants me to turn.
“Let’s just say I’ve passed the final, but this is the practical exam.” She doesn’t meet my eyes anymore, and I recognize her anxiety as a signal of her virginity.
No wonder you taste so pure. “Brielle, doll, I have a better idea.” I take off my jeans but leave my green panties on, then sit facing her on the couch. Directing her hands around my waist, I press my forehead against hers. “Reach up and unhook my bra.”
She doesn’t break away while her fingers find the hooks and set me free. “This I know.”
I chuckle. “Yes, I get that. But now I want to see your tongue.”
Sensing the mood, she keeps her eyes fixated on mine, then opens her mouth. The point on the end of her soft, plush tongue is hot sex in itself.
“You see this?” I pull the bra away from myself, exposing my modest breasts, though my nipples are rock hard and waiting. “Show me you know how to lick a lollipop right.”
Her high-pitch tone is back. “Oh, Kirstin. I can do that.” Leaning me backward, she circles my right nipple with her tongue before sucking it hard, making popping sounds when she releases and picks it back up. It sends tingles through my body to feel her, and even more so that she’s slightly hurting me. My panties will be soaked in seconds for sure, not that they aren’t already.
“Okay. Move to the other side.”
“So soon?” She whimpers, then does as I ask, but trails her nails up and around my tattoo of thorns until I have goosebumps.
“Shit,” I whisper without even thinking, closing my eyes to etch her touch in my mind.
Her sucking becomes all the more strong the longer she goes, and she grabs my skin with such force, I’ll have her claw marks in me tomorrow. It’s half fear and half excitement to know that the evidence of our affair will be all over my body.
Mumbling into my skin, she takes a leap. “I’m ready for more. Let me eat you out.”
“You wanna taste me?”
“I already have.” She wriggles the inside of her fingers against the wetness soaking through my panties, then licks them.
Still, I’m self-conscious enough to have concerns for what she’ll take away from today. “It’s a kind offer, but I will decline.” I take her face in both my hands. “Instead, I have a request.”
She tips her head to the side, giving me puppy eyes that say she’s disappointed.
“Consider it extra credit. Do you shower or do you take baths?”
Taken aback by my question, she snorts. “Showers.”
“Time to continue our tour,” I say, and stand up to lead my naked mermaid down the hall.
We’re only getting started.