Chapter 5
Way
Holy fucking shit.
There I was, out in the kitchen, trying my hardest not to imagine Nita naked in the shower. Trying not to picture her soaping up all her curves to wash off the saltwater. Since she left the door open, I figured it was safe to come in and show her where I had some drawstring shorts.
Then her towel hit the floor. Her naked form is burned in my memory. Her nipples are a deep mauve, much like her lips. And just as I suspected, her pussy is bare.
“I’m sorry,” she says as she pulls out a pair of my boxers from the drawer and covers herself with them.
They stretch to cover her breasts and she might think they’re dangling low enough to protect all her bits, but they’re not. No, I can still see those bare lips between her thighs.
“I’m so sorry,” she says.
“What are you sorry for?” I ask. Shouldn’t I be the one apologizing?
“For touching your underwear.”
I huff out a laugh, though the situation is far from funny. Now that I know what she looks like, I want to know what she feels like, what she smells like, what she tastes like.
“Why do you need to apologize for that? I told you to help yourself to my clothes.”
“Not your underwear, I mean especially…” her cheeks flush pink as her gaze lowers to the ground.
“Were you picturing me in nothing but my underwear?” I ask her.
Some girls her age are so brazen. They’d happily drop their towel to show themselves off. They’d also be more than happy to tell me exactly what they’d been picturing in their head. How is it that Nita seems sexier with her blushing cheeks and blustering apologies.
“I should be apologizing,” I tell her. “I told you to help yourself to my clothes then thought better of it. I should have let things be. I didn’t think about the fact that you might already be in here,” I have to swallow before I can even say the word, “naked.”
She shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have touched your underwear. I didn’t need it. I could have just moved to the next drawer.”
I choke on my own spit at the thought of her going commando in a pair of my sweats. That’s something that would have taunted and teased me the entire time she was at the table with me eating breakfast.
“What exactly were you picturing while you looked in my underwear drawer?”
I try to keep my eyes on her face. I do my damndest. This is Drew’s daughter. I don’t know how he’d feel about me seeing her naked. She still hasn’t figured out that I can see everything from the waist down. And what I see is making my mouth water.
“You,” she squeaks. “Wearing the underwear.”
“That’s pretty modest. I was trying not to picture you naked in the shower.”
I move closer, unable to hold myself back any longer, unable to help the smile that spreads my lips. If she didn’t want me, it would be a hell of a lot easier to stay away, to keep my hands to myself.
“Really?” She looks back up at me.
“Yes. Really.”
She swallows. “Then in the spirit of honesty, I was picturing you walking naked from the bathroom, across your bedroom, to pull open this drawer just like I did and pick out some underwear.”
“If I were to rifle through your panty drawer, I’d do a lot more than caress your underwear.”
“Are you saying you’d try them on?” She looks shocked.
A loud, barking laugh escapes my chest unbidden. “No. But I would smell them.”
“Smell them? But they’d smell like laundry detergent.”
“Laundry soap can’t wash everything away. They’d still smell like you underneath.”
“Me? You want to smell me?”
“I want to do a lot more than smell you,” I admit.
She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, her expression so vulnerable. She bites her lower lip and I want to suck it into my mouth.
“But I shouldn’t,” I say. “I shouldn’t touch you.”
“What if I want you to?” Nita whispers.
Fuck. I can’t resist her if she wants me even half as much as I want her. I step closer and palm the back of her head, pulling her closer as I press my mouth to hers.
As soon as our lips meet, she wraps her arms around my neck.
My boxers flutter down and hit the hardwood floor with a soft thump.
I took off my rash guard when we came back, so her warm breasts press against my abdomen.
Her nipples are hard little nubs and we both moan when they scrape along my skin.
Her mouth opens, granting me access. That’s all the permission I need. My tongue slips inside and she tastes a little like coffee. Her kiss is a lot more innocent, a lot more inexperienced. But she catches on quickly. I suck her tongue into my mouth then she does the same in return.
My hands move over her, sliding down her back, over the curve of her ass. When I squeeze her round cheeks, she gasps, pulling air into our kiss. I let go then slide my fingers down the back of her legs as far as I can reach. They I draw them up the front of her thighs, tracing her silky skin.
My dick throbs between us, begging to be sprung from his cloth prison, but I want to do what I had in mind. I want to smell her and taste her. Every part of her.
As we kiss, I walk Nita backward to the bed. When the back of her knees hit the mattress, she stops. My palms slide up the back of her thighs until I once again have one ass cheek in each hand. Then I pick her up and lower her to the bed.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she whispers as I hover over her prone form, kissing my way down her neck.
“Why not?”
She starts to answer, but the words melt into another moan when I suck her nipple into my mouth. Her back arches, pressing her breast further into my mouth. I pinch the tight nub between my teeth and tug. Nita gasps then moans.
My hand moves up her inner thigh until I reach nirvana. She’s bare. My fingers slide easily through her wetness. I trace along the seam of her, up, up, up until I can feel her clit pulse against my thumb. I press on it.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she admits as she squirms under my touch. “I never thought you’d see me as anything more than a kid.”
I huff out a laugh. “To be fair, you were a kid the last time I saw you. But it’s been a few years and you really did grow up. You’re not a kid anymore and you’re fucking beautiful.”
“I’ve wanted your mouth on me forever. I fantasized about it.”
My hands tighten on her at the thought of her touching herself to thoughts of me. She gasps because the hand between her legs slightly pinches her sensitive clit.
“Did you touch yourself here while you thought of me?” I ask.
“I…” her voice trails off.
My head lifts as I try to gage her reaction. Her cheeks are flushed but that could be from embarrassment or pleasure. I don’t fill the silence between us as I watch her. Her cheeks get redder and redder. My smile spreads wide and wicked.
“Did you picture me doing this?” I ask as I sink down and lap at her opening.
Nita moans. Her fingers card through my hair, encouraging me. I press my flexed tongue inside her, reveling in the arch of her back, the noises that fall from the back of her throat, the tightening of her fist in my hair. I want to hear her scream for me.
With a hand on each of her thighs, I press them wide open.
I focus all my attention on her clit. I flick with my tongue, up and down, side to side, faster and faster.
She writhes beneath me, lifting her hips, desperate for more.
Then the word falls from her lips that send me spiraling right along with her.
“Yes. Please.”
She begs so prettily. I press two fingers inside her warmth. She immediately clamps down on them. My dick perks up, flexing and throbbing and begging. He wants to be the one to stretch her.
“Oh. Please.”
The plea in her voice has me concentrating all my efforts on her. I fuck her with my fingers as I press her clit with the flat of my tongue. She grinds against me, pumping up, seeking more.
Her thighs quiver with her efforts, telling me she’s close and she’s desperate to come. That’s when I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard as I flick the very tip with my tongue.
Her scream of release has a primal satisfaction buzzing inside me. One fist grips my hair tight enough to sting while the other presses into the mattress, pushing her up so she can see me.
Our eyes lock, and in her gaze, I see shock and wonder. Fuck. She’s going to do me in with her sweet innocence. It’s like I get to be the one to show her all the carnal pleasures.
Her clit throbs in time with the tighten and release of her inner muscles around my fingers. A shudder moves down her body like a wave. The arm supporting her buckles and she falls back onto the bed.
In the back of my mind, I might have tried to talk myself into taking just this one taste. Just making her come and then backing off like I probably should.
“That was…” she shakes her head. “Amazing, and yet not enough. I was hoping you’d…fuck me.”
With a groan, I stand and push down my board shorts. She’s sealed her fate with those last two words.