“That’s exactly what I wanted our entire bio class to know. ‘There’s a strange never-before-seen growth in this petri dish.’”
“It knocked you out of your no showering phase, didn’t it?” Every guy went through a funky phase, but right now I could certainly use a shower—with her.
We wandered around the gallery.
Her excitement as contagious as the first time she’d wandered through the Philadelphia Museum of Art making us both late to the field trip bus.
I slipped my arm around her shoulder on the way back to the car.
She didn’t pull away, but held on to the front of my coat and hugged herself to my side. “Thank you for tonight. It was perfect.”
“Anytime.” All the time. I’d take her to every art exhibit I could get my hands on, once I signed on the dotted line.
Back at the house, it was silent. Not ‘everyone’s upstairs’ silent. ‘Long gone’ silent.
The lights were on at Jules’s place, so Berk would be there for the night.
Keyton’s door was open with all the lights off.
She stopped in the hallway with her hands out at her side like it helped her hear better. “No one’s home.”
I stepped behind her, letting my chest press against her back. “I know.”
She shuddered. Not from cold. The heat was cranked in the house. Her chin dropped to her shoulder. “Seems like we should probably do something about it.”
We fell into my bedroom.
The raspy, rich tone of her voice sent bolts of pleasure down my spine and straight to my cock, which was determined not to be ignored any longer. Her ass nestled on my lap and the rubbing against the grain of my jeans tortured me.
With both my hands, I ran my fingers through her hair, pressing against her scalp and parting her thick, soft locks.
She moaned and dropped her head back, letting me massage her. “Scratch what I said earlier. This is perfect.”
Ducking my head, I ran my lips along her collarbone and up her neck.
Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, kneading and stroking them.
I followed the curve of her neck to her cheek, I didn’t stop until I’d reached my prize—her lips.
Every taste was always too short and left me starving for more. She stole my restraint and my breath away. It was like she smashed a window, snuck in, and snatched it from my lungs.
But I needed more. And so did she.
She parted her lips and our tongues met, hungrily restrained. Craving, yearning, burning.
My heart pounded in my chest like an animal waiting to be released for the full meal laid out in front of me, but the restraints were still on.
One hand dropped to the back of her head, sliding down to her neck, my fingers dancing along the delicate skin.
She broke our kiss, her lips red and swollen. “More, L. Haven’t I been patient enough?” Sliding off my lap, she tugged her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra.
I ran my fingers over the curve of her breasts and teased the stiff peaks of her nipples.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin and she shuddered, her eyes hooded and churning with the urgency I tried to keep at bay. I wanted this to last. I wanted this to never end. I wanted to brand myself on her memories, filling them with the same greedy feelings I couldn’t beat back.
Her pupils dilated, swallowing up the chocolate brown almost entirely.
My fingers skimmed down the backs of her shoulders to the band across her back.
Her cleavage was at eye level. The soft mounds of her breasts swelled over the cups of the bra.
With one flick, the fabric went lax, falling down and exposing her to me. Her nipples pebbled and she sucked in a breath as I lowered my mouth to one and then the other.
She dropped her arms and her bra was completely off, falling into the pile of clothes growing at our feet.
I cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers, teasing them with my tongue and teeth.
Her gasps and moans guided me.
The excitement built fast and hard, and my erection strained, pressed against the zipper of my pants. Touching her at this point was a liability. The faintest brush of my dick against her soft skin and I might embarrass myself. After all these months, sometimes it felt like the first time.
I backed her up to the bed, laying her down, spread out in front of me.
She was finally mine.
Her hands were all over my neck, back and shoulders. Her fingers raked through my hair, holding me against her chest. Shudders rippled through her as I slid lower.
My nose brushed against her thatch of hair and her hands stilled as I parted her folds and ran my tongue through her sweetness. Circling her clit, her body shook and shuddered as I took my time, savoring every taste, smell and feel of her body pressed against mine.
“How?” She propped herself up before her head rolled back. “How the fuck are you so good at this?” A moan escaped her lips.
I chuckled, but didn’t let her words deter me from my prize. Making this every bit as good for her as it could be for me was my number one goal. I’d take my time even as my dick throbbed and I got lightheaded, almost unable to contain myself.
Running my hands along the smooth insides of her thighs, I kept up the constant pressure and attention to every part of her pussy. Tasting, sampling, devouring.
Her fingers tightened in my hair as I slid one finger inside her and added another.
The trembling of her thighs told me how close she was. The panting, gasps got sharper, higher and even more musical to my ears. With one more broad stroke of my tongue against her clit, she came undone, screaming my name with her thighs locked tight around my head, deafening me to her cries.
That was the most satisfying sound in the world. Pride welled in my chest that I’d drawn them out of her.
Her leg lock loosened, and I crawled back up her body, gritting my teeth as my dick rubbed against the bed and nudged at her heated core.
I braced my hands on either side of her as she looked up at me with a wide smile.
“That was an unexpected end to our evening.” She laughed like someone had told a joke for her ears only.
The pounding demand from my erection waned the tiniest bit. “Most classy art gallery visits don’t end with hot, crazy sex once you get back home?”
Her eyes widened and she hitched her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. “They might not, but they sure as hell should. It was fan-fucking-tastic. It was sophomore-year-championship-trick-play good.”
She rubbed her hands over my shoulders, urging me closer.
To drop down onto her and give us both what we’d been denying ourselves and finally gorging on one another like there was no tomorrow.
She was beautiful. Perfection. Everything I’d always wanted.
I ripped off my jeans. Fumbling around on the bed, I found the smooth, metallic package. Ripping it open with my teeth, I lifted up, separating our bodies just enough to slide the latex on and settled myself between her thighs. The head of my cock rested at her entrance, heavy, throbbing and ready for her.
She urged me closer, harder, faster and I gratefully accepted the invitation.
I’d never been with anyone else. I didn’t have even a whisper of an idea that it could be better with another woman, and I didn’t want to find out.
Sweaty and tangled in my sheets, we collapsed on one another. Her smooth arms and legs rubbed against the hair on mine. Content to never move again, I felt the words building in my throat.