Chapter 14 #2
Blair studies my expression, her eyes darkening with desire. “Yeah, Santi, I’ll wear it. Grab it for me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I push off my dresser and make my way over to the closet.
Quickly, I search for my old uniform. It takes me only seconds to find it but in that time I’ve grown so fucking hard that I’m feeling a little lightheaded.
I yank it off the hanger and turn around to hand it to Blair.
For whatever reason, I thought she would be standing behind me waiting to take the uniform from me.
That’s not the case.
She’s naked and laying on my bed, stretched out like I’m about to draw her or some shit.
Blair’s salacious grin that stretches across her face nearly makes me swoon.
Holy shit, is it possible that she got hotter since she’s been away?
I don’t know how that’s possible, but it certainly feels like it as I drink in the sight of her lithe body laying on top of my comforter.
“Give it to me,” she says, reaching out with one hand for it.
The uniform is tossed away and forgotten instantly.
With a running start, I’m airborne as I leap across the spacing—lunging for her. Blair’s squeal of surprise turns into a tinkling of laughter as I land on her, catching myself on the bed before I crush her.
“If you think I’m going to let you play out a fantasy while you’re already naked, you’re sorely mistaken,” I tell Blair before kissing her deeply.
Blair groans, the sound hungry and desperate. Our tongues collide, refamiliarizing one another after such a long time apart. Her hands tug at my shirt, wordlessly demanding I remove it. I oblige happily. I kick off my pants and boxers next—you know, just in case she wants those gone as well.
Our lips crash together again the minute I’m undressed.
It’s sloppy.
Rough.
And full of desperation.
It’s an echo of what we’re both feeling—I’m sure of it.
Unfortunately, I can feel what it’s doing to me. The excitement of having Blair on my childhood bed, naked and pinned beneath me is going to have me coming in no time. With a groan, I break the kiss and sit up.
Breathlessly, I tell her on a broken whine, “I’m not going to last, carino.”
Blair grins mischievously. “Good, because I’m not either. Want to play out one of my fantasies?”
A hard shiver rushes through me at the husk in her voice.
As my eyes drift down her body I ask, “What’s your fantasy, Blair?”
“I know it’s a bit childish but… back in college, one of the girls talked about this position with her boyfriend. She called it ‘sixty-nine’ and it sounded so absurd but kinda fun, too,” she whispers conspiratorially. “Have you heard of it? I’ve never—”
She had me at the number sixy. The nine didn’t even matter.
Whatever Blair wants, I’ll make sure she gets it.
I wrap an arm under Blair’s waist and roll, flipping us around so that I’m beneath her and she’s laying on top of me. I grab her hips to steady her as she sits up with a laugh.
“You ready to eat my pussy, Santi?”
“I’m starving for it, carino.” I groan as I buck my hips. The move causes my dick to brush up against her pussy and I can feel the heat it radiates.
Blair smiles. “Do you remember how—”
“I remember exactly how you like it, carino,” I rasp out. “Please, let me eat you out.”
“Please? You’re begging to fulfill my fantasy?”
I nod with a pathetic whine. I’m hungry for her. Can’t she hear my soul crying out for sustenance? “Yes.”
“One more time, Santi, because you beg so prettily and it drives me wild to hear you whine; ask to eat my pussy.”
My cock is so fucking hard that I know I’m about to explode without any stimulation whatsoever.
I breathe through the desire to cum, forcing myself to calm down and not ruin this.
When I’ve steadied myself enough, I choke out, “Carino, let me bury my face in your pretty, perfect cunt and let me feast on you. You’re a meal so delicious that I know gods weep with jealousy when they see me between your legs.
Let me make the gods cry right now. Please! ”
Blair’s eyelashes flutter as her lips part in a soft “oh”.
“Good boy, Santi,” she murmurs as she climbs off me to get into position.
The minute her pussy is situated over my face, I dive in and eat.
My tongue swipes through her folds to lick up the mess already between her legs.
Then, I’m licking and sucking, and feasting on her perfect cunt.
Reaching up, I grab handfuls of her ass to bring her closer.
If I could, I’d crawl inside of Blair just to lick up every fucking drop.
She’s every bit as delicious as I remember.
Better maybe.
I groan into her pussy as Blair’s mouth wraps around my cock and her head bobs. Her mouth is so hot. Her lips feel so damn good wrapped around me.
My balls tingle—warning me of the swift, inevitable release that’s on its way.
Focus, I tell myself as I bury my tongue into Blair’s pussy.
Her moans and sharp gasps through her nose are soft but I can hear how she loves the way my tongue works through her. I told her I remembered how she liked it. Judging by the way she’s grinding down on my face, I know I’m doing it right.
As if I could ever forget how to make this murderess cum.
Soon we’re both panting, groaning, writhing and grinding. Sweat breaks out on my skin as I fight my release—waiting for Blair to find hers first. I tease her clit, sucking it before rolling my tongue around and over it.
When her body starts to tremble and tense, I know she’s nearly there.
Thank fuck.
When she cums, her cry is muffled by my cock.