16. David #2
The dress has sweet little buttons that fasten from between her breasts to about where I suspect her belly button will be. And they’re not just buttons, they’re little white flower-shaped buttons. Because, of course they are.
I love these innocent touches that cover this mischievous, naughty woman.
I shift so I can lean onto one elbow next to her. “You’ll have to help me,” I tell her.
Again, without even a pause, she lifts one hand and together we begin undoing the buttons. We quickly reveal the simple white bra underneath, and for some reason, I love the fact that it’s white and unadorned, with not even a lacy edge.
She pulls one side of the bodice open, and I spread the other away from her breasts.
I rest my hand on her stomach, my rough, tanned skin a stark contrast to the smooth creaminess of her stomach.
“Now what?” I ask.
“My bra has to go,” she says. But of course, she doesn’t stop there. “I want your hands and mouth on my breasts. On my nipples.”
My erection presses insistently against my zipper hearing her say ‘nipples’.
“Unhook it for me,” I tell her.
She arches her back and reaches underneath for the tiny hooks. The moment the clasp gives, I reach up and drag it down and away from her perfect breasts.
“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. I’m unable to come up with pretty or even graphically dirty words. I just tell her the honest truth.
“Touch me, David,” she says, her voice breathless.
I slide my hand from her stomach to her right breast. I groan as she gasps.
I knead gently, then run my thumb over the hard tip.
She squeezes her thighs together and sighs. “Yes, like that,” she tells me.
“So pretty,” I say.
“More.”
Gladly. “I like the one-word answers, sweetheart. You don’t have to say anything complicated. Here’s all I need—kiss, suck, lick, touch, squeeze, pinch.”
Her chest is rising and falling with her rapid breathing. “Lick.”
God, I like this girl. I lean over and flick my tongue against the breast I’m not holding. She moans, and I give her a longer lick, dragging my tongue against the pert tip.
“Suck.” Her voice is needy.
I do as she demands. Happily. As I suck on her nipple making her whimper, her fingers sink into my hair, holding my head closer. “David.”
Oh yes, I love hearing my name like that.
I need to see her face. I look up, replacing my mouth with my fingers, rolling and plucking at the nipple.
“Did I say squeeze instead of suck?” she asks.
I smirk. “You did not. I’ve decided to add to the rules. Besides giving me verbs, you need to give me nouns.” I pinch her nipple a little harder, and she gasps. “Tell me where too.”
She wets her lips and nods. “Stomach.”
Excellent. She knows exactly the direction I want to move.
I drag my mouth along the valley between her breasts, down the center of her torso to her belly button. Then I pause, hovering.
“Kiss,” she tells me.
I press a long, open-mouth kiss just above her belly button. But I don’t give her any tongue or suction. She didn’t say lick or suck after all.
“Lower,” she says.
I don’t lift my mouth, sliding my lips along her silky, soft skin to just above her panty line. Again, I pause.
“Kiss.”
I do, though it is difficult to keep from licking.
Her hand slides out of my hair, and then she’s reaching up under her skirt.
Her panties move away from my lips as I shift slightly to give her room to remove them.
When she pushes them as far as her knees, I decide to be a gentleman and help her out.
I reach up under her skirt, grab the top of the scrap of silk, and drag it the rest of the way down her legs.
“Thanks,” she says with a smile.
“Always happy to help.”
Then she drops her hands to the skirt of her dress and starts bunching it up.
I find myself holding my breath, waiting for her to expose herself to me. She does so unabashedly. Her skirt bunches around her waist, and as her gorgeous lower half comes into view, she bends one knee and lets it fall out to the side.
I can’t breathe. It’s not how beautiful and sexy she is, though both are certainly true, but it’s that she’s here with me like this. Not shy, not hesitant, happily baring herself, being vulnerable with me. She’s eager, wanting me as much as I want her.
“Fuck.” I take in the sight of her lying in the back of my truck, rumpled, her dress unbuttoned, and her skirt hiked up. Her hair is spread around her head, the long tresses wild. Her eyes sparkle in the white fairy lights draped around us. And most of all she looks excited yet content.
She’s happy to be here. There is no second-guessing.
I run my hand from her ankle up her leg until it’s resting on her outer thigh. My thumb rests in the crease of her hip.
“Kiss,” she says softly.
I lean in and kiss her inner thigh.
She sucks her belly in and her hand slides into my hair again.
“Higher,” she directs. “Kiss.”
I shift, pressing a kiss to her mound, breathing in the scent of her arousal, the summer air around us, the popcorn, the lingering scent of chocolate, and what I can only label as intense, spicy anticipation.
“Lower.”
My gaze latches onto hers. I move my mouth lower, hovering just over her clit.
“Lick.”
I keep my eyes on hers as I lean in and touch the tip of my tongue to her clit.
“Yes,” she says, practically whispering. Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Again.”
I shift, one hand sliding beneath her ass, the other moving to spread her open.
“You’re a fucking dream,” I tell her before I lean in and drag my tongue over her fully exposed clit. Firmly.
She cries out my name and I’ve never heard anything more beautiful.
She doesn’t have to ask me to do it again. I lick again, then again.
Then she says raggedly, “Suck.”
Fuck yes.
I suck on her hard and slide a finger into her tight, wet heat.
“David!”
Her hips lift up and I squeeze her ass as I bring her even more firmly against my mouth.
I don’t need any further direction. I lick, suck, and pump my finger deeper.
“Yes! Oh yes!” she encourages me.
I did not intend for this to happen tonight. I knew it was a possibility, and I wasn’t opposed to it, obviously, but I had no expectations. But now that Mia Hansen is wild and wanton in the back of my truck, nothing could keep me from staying right here as long as she needs me.
It turns out that is only about another minute.
I slide another finger into her, curl my fingers, and suck hard, and suddenly she’s coming apart.
She pulls my hair as she cries out, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her body lifting closer to my mouth and then sagging against the air mattress.
I lift my head, focused on her face.
She’s breathing hard, and she has thrown an arm over her eyes.
“Mia?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything or move for nearly thirty seconds.
“Oh my God,” she groans.
That’s not a good, happy groan.
I pull my fingers from her sweet pussy and shift, stretching out along her side, running my hand over her hip and squeezing gently.
“Are you okay?” Suddenly, I’m concerned. Is she regretting this? Did I hurt her somehow?
“I have never… I can’t believe…” She moves her hand from her face and looks up at me. “I’m sorry.”
I stare down at her. “ Sorry ? For what?”
“That I… God, you must think…”
She starts to cover her face again, and I grab her wrist, pulling it away. I lean over her, our gazes locked.
“Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“I’ve never come like that. That fast and easy. I’m so sorry. That should’ve lasted longer.”
I feel my eyes widen. “Are you seriously apologizing to me for coming?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and nods. “Yes. God, how embarrassing.”
I reach up and grasp her chin. “Mia, look at me.”
Her eyes open, but she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“That was amazing,” I tell her firmly. “I fucking loved that. If you’re telling me that I just made you come more easily than you ever have before, that does nothing but make me happy and, honestly, feel a little cocky.”
She frowns but then laughs lightly. “Really?”
“Are you kidding? Making you feel good like that is everything. There is absolutely nothing for you to apologize for.”
“It’s just been a while,” she says. “And honestly, no one has ever done that to me that easily. It always has to be full-on sex for me to orgasm, and then I usually have to…” Her voice gets quieter. “Help things along.”
I feel my grin grow, and I couldn’t have stopped it if I wanted to. “Not helping the cocky thing at all. I am feeling very good about myself right now.”
Now her laugh is louder and more genuine. “Really? Well, I guess gold star then.”
“Do you really not know that that makes me feel really good?”
“You didn’t get to feel anything,” she protests.
“I haven’t even touched you. You don’t even have your shirt off.
” She says it slightly outraged, as if she’s just now realizing it.
“As a matter of fact, I think you should take your shirt off right now.” Her hands go to the bottom of my T-shirt and start to tug.
I circle her wrists and stretch them back up over her head, pressing them into the mattress.
I lean over until our noses are almost touching.
“We have plenty of time for all of that. Making you feel good, making you come, that’s what that was all about for me.
I’m fine. I am good, in fact. Let’s just take a minute here. ”
She pauses, and I hope that my words are sinking in.
Finally, she takes a long deep breath and seems to relax against the mattress.
I brush her hair back away from her face and then run my hand down her side to her hip, pulling her in against my body.
“Just to be very clear,” I say. “I’m having a very good time. ”
She laughs. “Me too. Though I feel like it is very clear.”
I chuckle. “Yes. Very clear. And thank you for that.”
I lie looking down at her and feel something warm and strange in my chest.