4. Hattie
FOUR
Hattie
She is surely trying to kill me. It’s bad enough that I didn’t think to get a wax, but at least I’m wearing a pair of cute underwear.
She doesn’t seem to care as her tongue circles around my swollen clit.
Her red hair cascades down her back and across my thighs, and my heels hang over her head as she consumes me.
I’m not new to one-night stands; they’re easier than dating. But it’s been too long since I’ve been with someone who knows what they’re doing. Maybe because I’ve gone too long without being with a woman.
Whatever her name is, she knows exactly what she’s doing. She didn’t even bother to undress me. She just slipped right into my panties and tossed them aside.
We went from being two strangers to knowing each other quite personally. She grips my thighs with her long nails, and I groan. The tips of her fake nails dig into my inner thighs.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my head falling back.
Every time I’m on the edge of coming, she stops or changes what she’s doing. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but now I’m thinking she’s having too much fun teasing me. I squeeze my legs tighter around her head, and she hums against my core.
“Oh yes, yeah, yeah,” I praise as she continues licking through my folds. I grip the edge of the couch as she finally lets me reach an orgasm. It crashes harder than I anticipate, her face dripping with my release as she pulls back, letting my legs fall to the floor.
“Holy fucking shit,” she mutters, and I gasp. Grabbing the tissue box off the coffee table, I hold the box out for her and she takes a few to wipe her face.
“I’m so sorry.” I blush.
“Don’t you ever apologize for coming like that.” Her green eyes twinkle, boring into mine as she climbs to her knees. I gulp, trying to catch my breath, only able to nod. “Now let’s get these off you, baby,” she adds in a sultry tone while taking my heels off.
She puts one foot on her chest, unhooks the side of the strap, and slides the shoe off. She repeats the same motions with my other foot and then I sit up, fixing my dress so my pussy isn’t completely exposed—not that it should matter now. I am suddenly feeling self-conscious with my body.
“I take it, you don’t come like that too often?”
She smirks, biting her bottom lip. Gone are the remains of her lip gloss.
“Definitely not.” I blush. If I have an orgasm, it’s rare and usually a quiet one in my bedroom after I’m sure Ollie is fast asleep.
“Is there a bedroom you want to show me?”
She looks up toward the stairs, and I nod.
She stands, still wearing her heels, so she’s dramatically taller than I am.
I reach for her hand, and she backs me toward the wall next to the stairs.
Her body presses against mine, and I pull her in for a kiss.
I can taste myself on her lips, sending a shiver down my spine.
There is something sexy about tasting your desire on someone else’s lips.
She drags her tongue across my own, and I pull her hips against mine, feeling the silky fabric of her dress.
It only reminds me how badly I need to get her out of this.
But first, I drop to my knees and push her dress to the side.
I unclip her heels and toss them next to mine.
She’s still taller than I am, but it’s not such a dramatic difference now.
She seems more approachable—not as intimidating.
“Too bad. I would’ve loved to see them over your shoulders,” she teases before following me up the stairs to my bedroom.
She stops to grab my ass and kiss me halfway up.
Her hands locking into mine, our bodies colliding.
It is clumsy and passionate, like we can’t figure out how to touch the other fast enough.
I open my bedroom door, thankful my sheets are clean and the room isn’t too much of a mess. There’s just a bit of makeup on the dresser and pajamas on the floor. I unzip the side of my dress, letting it fall to the floor with her eyes on me.
I’m wearing a plain nude strapless bra—the rest of my clothes are in disarray around the house. I unhook it from the back and let my boobs free. They aren’t big by any means, but it’s still a relief not to be stuck in a bra anymore.
“God, you have an amazing body,” she praises, and I instinctively hide my stomach.
It’s flat again, since I had Ollie, but it’s still covered in light pink stretch marks, and the skin isn’t as tight as everywhere else.
“Don’t do that. I mean it. You’re gorgeous.
” She pulls my hands away from my stomach, and although I’m on display, she makes me feel like a model.
“Thanks,” I mumble, blushing.
“I need help with the zipper, do you mind?” She turns around, and I slowly unzip the back of her dress.
It falls to the floor, showing off her pale, freckled skin and a small black thong.
Spinning around, I realize her bra was built into the dress, and I can now see her beautiful, full breasts.
They’re bigger than I thought, falling down her chest slightly as her pink nipples pucker.
“Fuck,” I mutter quietly, but she must hear me because she giggles.
“Please get on the bed so I can have those in my mouth,” I tell her.
She laughs, climbing onto the bed and lying back on the mountain of pillows.
They’re mostly for decoration, but she looks like a princess.
Crawling on top of her, I settle for straddling her hips while I lean in to kiss her.
Lips soft and sweet, I take my time kissing her until we’re both grinding our bodies against the other for more.
Her nipples drag against my stomach, and my own are so sensitive, begging to be touched.
I kiss the side of her neck, sucking lightly. I don’t know what kind of job she has, but I imagine she doesn’t want to have a semi-permanent reminder of tonight. So I nibble the side of her ear and move on to kissing the rest of her neck.
Her soft gasps in my ear only make me wetter as I move down her chest. I grab both her breasts, squeezing and playing with them before taking one of her nipples in my mouth. I suck on one, twirling my tongue around in circles all over the sensitive bud, and she grabs my hair tightly.
Her fingers wind in my hair while I grab the other nipple, flicking it lightly with my fingers while I do the same with my tongue.
“Please, I need you to touch me,” she pants.
“Mmm,” I hum against her chest.
I place wet kisses down her stomach, circling her belly button before stopping to kiss over her pubic bone.
Her thong is stuck to her pussy, the middle sliding between her lips.
I groan, kissing her inner thighs, sucking a bit harder to leave a mark.
Unless she is going swimming in October, no one will be seeing this.
I brush my two fingers across her thong, watching as her eyes flutter shut and her hips buck forward. Pulling the thong down her thighs, I let it drop to the floor and look at her glistening pussy.
“Fuck,” I groan at her pretty pink pussy wet and ready for me.
I lean forward and place a soft kiss toward the top. The bottom of my lip gets a small taste of her, and it’s enough to hook me. I slide my tongue slowly down her pussy, getting as much on my tongue as I can. God, I’ve had good pussy before, but this is something else.
I latch my tongue to her clit and glance up, watching her body fly off the bed like some exorcism shit. I just want to keep tasting her. Her moans and pants are driving me crazy. Breathy little sounds, with her chest rising and her hands gripping my sheets.
“Mmm,” I hum against her.
My tongue circles her clit, and she’s cursing, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy fucking shit.”
She gasps and starts playing with her breasts. I rub my thighs together, my pussy begging for another release as I watch. My tongue teases her clit, and she cries out in pleasure for me. Her fingers pull both her nipples, my tongue keeping pace as she praises me.
“Please, baby. Please, please, don’t stop!” she moans and pants.
I hum quietly along while I breathe through my nose so I don’t have to stop.
I want to make her come for me just as hard as she made me.
There is something sexy about making a woman come.
Sure, the occasional watching her do it is hot too.
But knowing you’re the one who can finish her off?
That you can make her body act in such a way? There is nothing else like it.
She rocks her hips against my face, and I glance up, locking eyes with her as her orgasm hits.
I feel it seconds before it starts. Her body shaking, her legs clenching around my head and her head falling back completely into the sea of pillows.
I don’t stop until she’s pushing my head away and I smile, watching her pant.
She’s trying to regain her breath, so I get up, grab her a water bottle from the hall closet, and wipe my mouth quickly with a tissue.
“Here, drink.” I open the bottle and hold it for her as she sits up enough to take a few sips.
Lying back down, she pulls me next to her, which surprises me—it’s not like I thought too far ahead, but I didn’t anticipate cuddling.
I rest my head on her chest and feel how fast her heart is beating. I’m hoping she’s not going to have a coronary or anything, because while I am a doctor, I can only work on animals, not people. Thankfully, her heart rate slows down just as mine starts to pick back up.
She puts her hand on my inner thigh and traces slow circles as she gets closer to my pussy. Each time she hears my breath hitch, she pulls back to my outer thigh.
“Fuck, I need you to touch me.” I finally groan after the fifth time she pulls back.
She laughs. “I was waiting for that.”
“I didn’t think you’d be able to go again,” I tease.
“Oh, I definitely have more than one round in me, if you can keep up?” She winks.
“I might need some encouragement, but I’m sure I can.” I smile.
She slides her hand back over my pussy, dragging all her fingers through my folds. I grip the side of her arm as she moves her fingers across my clit. I can’t help but moan lightly into her chest.
She uses the arm around me to tilt my head toward hers and kiss me. Our lips melt into each other’s, and her kisses cover my moans. She hums lightly against my lips, and I groan as she slides a finger inside me. It’s not nearly enough, but it’s unfortunately just enough to tease me.
“That’s right, baby, do you need more?” she whispers against my lips.
“Y-yes.”
She doesn’t reply, but adds a second finger and continues pumping her fingers inside me. I grip her arm and let her lips take control of mine while I enjoy the orgasm building.