“Your mouth feels so…God.” I lean over him, gripping the headboard with one hand as I buck my hips, fucking his tongue.
“Fuck yes,” Chris grunts, pulling me down on him. “Ride my tongue, pretty girl. Cover my face with your cum.”
“Chris,” I moan, bucking into him. I reach up and grab my tit in my hand, squeezing it in my palm as his tongue dips down, stuffing it into my cunt. “Yes. That’s it. I’m gonna—”
“You’re drenched,” he grunts against me, flicking his tongue over my entrance before he makes his way back to my swollen, sensitive clit. “I could live between your legs for the rest of my life.”
“Ughh,” I moan, gripping the headboard as I ride his face, until the orgasm crashes against me, making my legs shake as I keep grinding against his face.
“God yes,” Chris moans, and as my orgasm settles, I look behind my shoulder, noticing his fist curled around his cock. “That was so fucking hot.” I turn back around, looking down at his beautiful face, drenched and sporting a grin. “God, Gabi, you taste…” He trails off, shaking his head.
“How do I taste Chris?” I ask with a smirk, raking a hand through his curly hair.
He groans and sits up, bringing our chests together until they press against each other. “See for yourself,” he says, before he leans in and our lips meet in a hot and messy kiss. He cups my jaw, opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with mine, and I taste myself on him. I groan into his mouth, slowly moving my hips over his bare cock. I’m never going to get enough of him, and I was an idiot to ever think I could just be his friend.
Chris pulls back, with a pained expression, and a low whimper escapes his lips. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“Eating me out turned you on that much?” I ask, tilting my head with a smirk on my face.
He groans, running his hand through his hair and brushing it back. “You have no fucking idea.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean closer until our lips meet in a kiss. “Then do something about it,” I tell him, making my statement clear when I grind my bare pussy over his hard cock.
He grunts, holding my hips in place. “You want me to fuck you again?”
I shake my head slightly, and Chris furrows his brow. But a smile spreads across my face as I lean in and say, “I want you to make love to me.”
Chapter 30
First dates and photobooths
“Are you ready?” Chris asks, his hands covering my eyes.
I exhale nervously, staring into darkness. “Is this the part where you kill me?” I joke.
He laughs, removing his hands, and my eyes open, widening when I see the carnival we used to love hanging out at—the same carnival we went to on prom night. The night I kissed him. The night he left.
Turning around, my eyes widen even more. “You’re kidding,” I say, unable to speak as the familiar noise and music rushes back.
He returns my smile, shaking his head. “Did you really think we’d spend your birthday back in South Carolina and I wouldn’t bring you here?”
I squeal in excitement and jump into his arms. Chris catches me effortlessly, laughing as I pepper kisses all over his face. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” I repeat, making every inch of his face feel my kisses.
“I love you too,” he says with a chuckle. “Happy birthday, pretty girl.”
“Best birthday ever,” I say with a sigh. “Without a doubt. This beats all of the other ones.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, a grin on my face as I wrap my arms around his neck. This past week has been incredible, and this morning was just a continuation of that when Chris woke me up with a huge stack of pancakes, and twenty-two candles placed on top. And now, we’re going on our first ever date. The thought makes my brows shoot up. This is our first date.Myfirst date.
“You know...I’ve never been on a date,” I confess.
Chris’s brows furrow in surprise. “Never?”
“No.”
“What about...” He starts to ask, but the muscle in his jaw tenses, and he stops himself. Now that I understand how much it pained him to see me with others, I don’t like to bring up the topic. The mere thought of him with someone else makes me feel sick to my stomach, so I can’t imagine what Chris felt all those years.
