Chapter Four
Luke
I lower my mouth to Tessa’s, and she opens to me, more eager, more sure of herself than our first kiss just a few minutes ago. I feel so sure of us, and I think she’s starting to see it too. I want her to know how serious I am about us being together, how sure I have been since the first day I saw her last August when she came into the brewery, quietly crying at the bar as she waited for Ava. I know I’ll need to ask her about it at some point, but now I just want to focus on making her feel good.
Our kiss grows stronger, our tongues pushing and mouth pulling against each other. We’re barely coming up for air and when we briefly pull apart, she looks sheepish.
“You’re doing so well, blondie,” I say, stroking her golden waves before lowering my hips between her legs. She gasps as she feels how hard I am against her center. “See, you’ve gotten me all worked up just from that.” She smiles at that before pulling my mouth to hers once again. I love that her confidence is building so quickly, I want to keep doing that for her, make her feel more secure in the world.
I move my mouth to her neck, and she involuntarily grinds against me, clearly looking for some kind of friction, some kind of relief. She’s still wearing the denim shirt dress she wore to work, but it has ridden up her thighs, exposing her lacy pink underwear to me.
“Do you wear panties like this every day?” I ask her between kisses.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, “they make me feel good about myself.”
“Good. You should always feel good about yourself,” I say, grinding into her center once again. I can feel how warm and damp her core is through my jeans and it’s making me desperate to touch her, to taste her.
“Ready for more?” I ask her after a moment. She looks nervous but nods.
“I need to hear you say it,” I say.
“Yes. I want to try more,” she says assuredly.
“More it is,” I say, lifting myself off of her. “I’ve been dying to taste you. Is that okay?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters. “Will you let me know if I’m doing anything wrong?”
“You could never do anything wrong, baby. Now, let me see you,” I motion for her to sit up and she peels off her dress, revealing a pink bralette that perfectly matches her underwear. I nearly drool at the sight; she’s the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. Like a curvy Barbie doll.
“You’re perfect,” I say, reaching for her panties to roll the pretty pink lace down her hips. I pull the scrap of fabric off from around her ankle and spread her legs apart with my hands, unveiling an equally pretty pink pussy, wet and ready for me. Without another word, I dive headfirst into her.
I stroke my tongue up her slit and she squirms at the sensation.
“Relax, baby, you taste so sweet,” I say. My words seem to calm her. She looks down at me with adoration instead of nerves and I take that as my chance to really taste her. I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing the sensitive bud before moving my tongue to her entrance. She gasps at the sensation, and I drown in her taste, her movements her sounds.
I move my thumb to her clit, pressuring the button as I work my tongue inside of her.
“Oh my god, Luke, that feels incredible,” she gasps out, and I lift my face to smile at her and let out a “Yeah, it does,” before going back to work. She’s squirming again and I move my tongue back to her clit before inserting a finger inside of her, curving it just right as I feel she’s about to burst.
“I- I- I,” she stutters out as I feel her walls contract around my curved digit. She looks sweaty, sated, and elated all at once and I’m so glad I was the one to make her feel that way.
“Wow,” she says after she’s calmed down a bit. “I didn’t know orgasms could feel like that. The ones I give myself are so much less… satisfying,” she says, cheeks turning that gorgeous shade of red once again.
“No need to be embarrassed with me, blondie. I’m glad you pleasure yourself, and it’s good to know your body and know what you like,” I say, planting kisses all around her face.
I roll her panties back up her hips, not wanting to leave her totally exposed in case Ruby happens to come downstairs. I’m still hard as a rock, worked up from eating her out and just… everything about her. But I’m happy to wait to do more, I know she’s not quite ready yet.
“I’m… going to run upstairs and change quickly,” she says, nervously reaching up and kissing me once again. I wrap my arms around her back and pull her close, not ready to go quite yet.
After a few minutes, she tells me she really needs to change, and I let her go with a light slap to her ass as she walks away. She laughs as she runs off and I just admire the view, wondering how everything has worked out so perfectly today.