“I have a lot to say and you are going to shut up and let me say it this time.” She points a finger in my face, her other hand perched on her cocked hip. If she weren’t so mad, I’d laugh at how cute she looks.
I raise my hands in surrender and walk toward the living room. “Can I get you anything?” I turn back around, watching as she folds her arms and rolls her eyes.
“Can you…” She says, motioning at me up and down.
“Can I?” I say, taunting her.
“Put some damn clothes on!”
I smirk before reaching for the edge of my towel, her eyes bugging out as if I’m going to rip it off right in front of her.
A minute later, I return from my room with a T-shirt and jeans. She’s helped herself to a glass of water and is sitting perched on the very edge of one of the chairs in the living room.
“Pearl, listen. I need to apologize,” I say, running my hands through my still soaking wet hair and sitting down on the couch.
“No, you need to listen. I have to get this out.” She sets the glass down on the coffee table, and I sit back on the couch ready to listen.
“What I wanted to tell you earlier tonight was that I HAD, as in past tense, a plan to try and win Trevor over and try to get him to fall in love with me or whatever, but that’s all changed. I know he doesn’t love me, and I know he never has.”
Now she has my attention, I lean forward resting my elbows on my knees as she stands and starts to pace while she speaks.
“You were right in what you said. I mean, you said it in a really dickish way, but nevertheless, you are right. I know it’s wrong of me to try and break up his relationship or to go after him when he’s in love with someone else. At the time, I didn’t see it that way. I thought they were broken up, and I justified it because I loved him first. I felt I deserved a chance because I had loved him since we were kids.” She lets out a long sigh and looks up toward the ceiling.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” I feel like a complete ass.
“Well, you didn’t even give me a chance to finish before you flew off the handle in your typical, hotheaded fashion.” She points at me again.
“Hey, this isn’t an attack me session okay?” I get a little annoyed at her condescending remarks. “And let’s take it easy on the finger pointing while we’re at it.”
“Oh, you don’t like that? Not used to having someone tell you when you’re wrong and telling you like it is? Funny since you just did that to me!”
She’s shouting now and has both hands on her hips. I stand up off the couch and walk toward her.
“And I apologized for it, didn’t I?” I shout back, pointing a finger right back at her. I’m not proud of myself. “Now that you said your peace and you have seen the light about Trevor, you can leave now.” I motion toward the door.
We’re both breathing heavy, inches from one another. Before I can register what I’m even doing, I slip a hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. It’s not hard and fast, even with our tempers flaring.
As soon as our lips touch, it’s like a fire ignites inside me. I extend my other arm out and rest it against the wall as I walk us backward. She’s kissing me back, her soft lips parting and allowing my tongue in. I sweep it against hers and she reciprocates. A soft moan escapes her lips as I press my body against hers, pinning her to the wall while I snake both hands through her hair.
I can feel her arching her back off the well, pressing her body against mine firmly. I want to ask her what we’re doing, but I’m afraid to ruin the moment. Our tongues still dance against each other’s as I deepen the kiss. One of her hands is pulling tightly against my neck as the other is planted on my chest but slowly starts to descend to the waist of my jeans.
She pulls at the button, popping it loose before she slides her hand inside my pants to feel my cock. It’s straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans. In my haste earlier, I hadn’t put on any underwear.
I let out a low moan as her warm fingers attempt to grip me. It’s been too long since I felt the warmth of a woman’s hands on me. I stop kissing her and rest my forehead against the wall above her head, my breath coming out in small puffs into her hair. She pulls the zipper down slowly with her other hand, giving herself more access to fully stroke me.
I ball my hands into fists, willing myself not to explode right here in this moment and embarrass myself. I’m losing my mind over such a simple touch. I grab her hands, pulling them away from me and over her head, pinning them against the wall. I kiss her, hard and deep, before dropping her hands and grabbing her ass, lifting her so her legs wrap around my waist.
The look in her eyes is pure lust and desire, driven by hunger. A hunger for me. Without a word, I carry her to my bedroom, trailing kisses from her lips down her neck. She tugs on my hair, pulling my face back so she can kiss my mouth again. I’m practically panting by the time I set her down.
I take a deep breath to slow my heart rate as I look down at her sitting on the edge of my bed. “Are you sure you want this, Pearl?” My voice sounds deeper than normal, like I’ve just woken up. She bites her bottom lip before slowly nodding her head.
I reach out my hand and pull her up until she’s standing before lowering down to remove her shoes. I stand on my knees and slip her denim jacket off her shoulders before leaning down and kissing her again. I want to go slow, to savor every inch of her.
I sink back down and sit back on my heels as I reach up her dress and slowly remove her panties. A small hitch catches in her throat as she watches me lift them to my nose and inhale, keeping eye contact with her the entire time. I reach my hands back up under her dress and let them rest softly on her hips.
“I want you to lie back, Pearl. I’m going to taste you.” I slowly help her lower herself down to the bed before I slip the dress up her creamy thighs, finally exposing her bare womanhood. A small thatch of neatly manicured hair sits in the middle. I run my hands up her inner thighs, spreading her as I do and causing her to gasp.
“Just relax. I promise you it will feel good. If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
She nods and loosens her grip on the comforter. I can’t hold back any longer. I first reach out and glide my index finger up and down her slit a few times, causing her juices to coat her lips. I can see it glistening on the end of my finger.
I lean forward, inhaling her scent before sliding my tongue gently over her soft folds. She lets out an audible exhale as I lick her again. With every stroke of my tongue, she moans louder. I deepen the licks, kissing her passionately as her thighs start to fall open. Her taste is intoxicating. I’m like a man possessed. I grip her inner thighs, spreading them further as I lap at her from every angle. I pull back to wet my finger and begin to tease her entrance with it as I stroke her clit.
“Yes, yes—ohhhh,” she says over and over as I begin to slide my finger in and out of her with each flick of my tongue. I can feel her walls clenching around my finger as her hips try to come up off the bed. She’s close. Her back arches, and she fists the bed sheets before a sharp cry echoes from her mouth and she falls softly back against the mattress.
I stand up and look down at her on the bed, her cheeks are flush with a bright wash of pink. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she comes down from her orgasm. Her eyelids are heavy and her eyes hooded as she licks her lips and stares at the bulge in my jeans.