Chapter Fourteen Skye #2
We get lost in the kiss, and I find myself not wanting to waste any time with her.
So, I break the kiss and slide down the front of her, licking and kissing from her jaw to her neck, stopping at the start of her tank top.
She smells like coconut, and it’s a scent that I’ll always associate with her.
It suits her so perfectly. And I wonder how something so simple can have such an impact on my pulse.
Her breathing is rapid, and I can hear her heartbeat in the silence of the room. There’s something so vulnerable about hearing someone’s heart react this way. It’s proof that this moment matters, and the way I’m feeling isn’t one-sided.
I reach down toward the base of her tank top, lifting and exposing her soft belly. I run my finger over her navel, followed by my tongue, unable to stop myself.
Fuck patience, I want to dive into her, and there’s no one stopping me but myself.
No. If she is following orders, then so can you. Focus. Make this count.
My inner captain is fighting with my inner player. The captain wants to take hold and play by the rules, but the player wants to say fuck the rules and make history with a play that would wow the crowd.
I didn’t gain the title for nothing.
Keeping it light, I blow air across her belly and wait for the goosebumps to prickle her skin so I can taste them. Every bump on my tongue is a mixture of excitement and adventure.
And it’s not just for her.
My hand stretches underneath me to reach between her legs, touching the spot on her inner thigh that had her revving the first time. She’s warm against my fingers, and when I look over my shoulder toward her feet, I see her toes curl.
I want to make her come so badly, and I think we’ve both done well enough that I can give us this reward.
“Is this your first time with a female?” My voice startles her despite the quiet tone I’m using.
“Yes,” she whispers, then she swallows, and I can hear the dryness in her throat.
“Do you trust me?” I’m nervous to hear the answer.
She tries to swallow again, but she can’t. I want to count the breaths she takes before answering, but before I can count the first one, she answers.
“I do.”
My head rolls back, and I can’t help the monster that takes over as I push myself between her legs and roll her shorts down over her hips.
“No panties,” I say, in a questioning yet accusing tone.
Despite her rapid breathing, she still manages a smile, and I can’t help but chuckle at this surprise.
She wants this. She is ready for me. No question about it.
I pull her shorts down to her ankles, and she lifts her feet from the bed, making it easier to toss them out of the way. Putting a hand on the inside of either thigh, I press just enough for her to let them drop to the bed, exposing her glistening pussy.
“Fuck, Vi,” I groan, leaning down and placing my tongue on the inside of her thigh.
She gasps, and I smile against her leg. I knew she thought I was going to dive right in, and that’s one of the joys of taking away her sight.
Sensory play for the win.
I lick up her leg, stopping at her crease and switching to the other side. I know she’s nervous, and for some odd reason, I am too. For as much experience as I have, this moment is the only one that feels like it matters. And the second I taste her, I know I’ll be ruined for any other woman.
Picking my head up before situating myself between her legs, I get a good look at her.
My jersey is wrapped around her eyes while her strawberry-blonde hair falls over her shoulders.
The same shoulders that were exposed to me the first night I laid eyes on her.
Her arms are stretched out on either side, hands gripping the hotel room blankets like she’s afraid to let go or she’ll float away.
Her chest is pumping with each breath she takes to calm herself, and I’d love to know what’s going through her mind right now.
Then, I remember this is my game.
“Violet,” I whisper, my mouth close enough that she can feel the heat from my words on her center.
“Yes?” she whispers, the anticipation killing her.
“What’s going through your mind right now?”
She takes a few breaths and licks her dry lips. “I’m nervous,” she admits.
I’m glad that she’s willing to admit it.
“What are you nervous about?”
A loud exhale escapes her lips, and I know she’s considering how much to spill. She’s on the spot, unable to see me but knowing I can see her. And it’s a feeling that I never want her to forget.
I’m in control.
“I don’t know how to eat lady taco,” she blurts out, and my jaw goes slack as the shock of her words slam into me. I can’t even stop myself as I cackle with laughter, my forehead landing between her legs like it was created for me to use as a headrest.
“I cannot believe you just said that.” I’m still laughing.
Her body is vibrating from trying to keep her giggles under control, so I give her a moment to gather herself.
“Anything else on your mind?”
I’m waiting for her to spout off about tacos and how that’s her way of saying she’s never eaten pussy, but she doesn’t. Instead, she vents to me about everything she’s thinking.
“I’m nervous that I’m not going to like it, but I’m also nervous that I’m going to absolutely love it.
And I’m worried that I’m not going to taste good.
Or that you’ll get bored doing this with me.
I’m worried that I’m too new at this and you’ll get tired of handholding or walking me through the process. And—”
I flick my tongue on her pussy, and she screeches before clamping her lips together.
Trying not to laugh, I give another lick, letting her taste coat my tongue from the excitement I’ve caused.
Fuck, she tastes good.
“Violet.”
“Yes?”
“Reach beside you and feel that bag.” She listens; the crinkle of plastic catches her off guard. “Inside, there are grapes. Nothing to be afraid of, okay?”
“Alright,” she replies softly, her fingers brushing the green ovals.
“Pull one from the stem.”
She listens, and I watch her toying with the grape between her fingers, waiting for further instructions.
“I’m hungry for grapes, Vi,” I growl, letting my warm breath skate over her clit.
Her hand extends forward, but she pauses, unsure of where to place the grape.
I smile. “Slide the grape inside you.”
Her hand freezes, and her mouth falls open at the command. I’m still wrapped around her thighs, watching her teeth scrape her lower lip as she considers. Then, she reaches down between her legs and slides the grape into her soaking wet pussy.
“Good girl.” I watch her chest rise and fall at the praise.
Noted.
I wrap my lips around her cunt, sucking until I feel the grape pop into my mouth. Her breath catches at the sensation. Crushing my teeth together, I let her hear the crunch of my new favorite snack.
I swallow the grape and smile before letting my tongue slide over her clit. She moans and starts to grind into me.
“I’d like to take you to breakfast in the morning.”
She remains quiet, and I lick again, putting more pressure where it counts and watching her hands dig deeper into the blankets.
“And, Violet?”
“Uh, huh?” is all she’s able to say in reply.
“I’m going to eat you until my tongue goes numb.” I press my mouth to her and then lick her arousal from my lips. “Now, feed me another grape.”