Baxter
Goddamn. I mean…Goddamn. Hottest ten minutes of my entire motherfuckin’ life, and that’s saying something serious. Immediately after orgasming, I wanted more. I wanted to strip her naked and make her come again. This time with my mouth, and then my cock. I wanted to lock us in that room and not leave until I’d had enough of her. Which…might be never.
She was still down there on her knees, staring at me intently, those wide green eyes innocent and horny all at once. Curious, too.
I reached down and grabbed her hand, taking her by the index finger. Brought the tip of that finger to the mess on my stomach. Hovered over it. She wiggled her hand out of my grip.
“I can do it,” she said, somewhat snappish.
I couldn’t help an amused grin; she had a fiercely independent streak a thousand miles wide hiding inside her. Hot as fuck, that was.
She hesitated, and then dipped her finger into the mess. I watched, my dick twitching, as she popped that finger into her mouth and licked the droplet of my come. Her eyes widened, and then she furrowed her brows.
“Not what I was expecting,” she said.
“No? Better or worse?”
She shrugged. “Neither. I don’t know what I was expecting, but that’s…” She was blushing yet again, the innocent little thing. She hesitated, hunting for what to say. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad, huh?”
She tilted her chin up, her expression hardening, going firm and determined. “No, not that bad at all.” Her eyes sparkled and sparked, fierce. Eager. “In fact, I think I kind of liked it.”
And then she dipped her finger back in, and licked it off, removing her finger from her mouth with apop, then flicked her tongue over her knuckles, the tiny pink tip of her tongue licking away the stray droplets that had trickled onto her hand.
Oh boy, as she said. Oh boy.
I unspooled a wad of toilet paper and crumpled it up, but before I could do anything else, she took it from me. “Let me,” she said.
I shrugged, and rested my hands on my thighs. “Be my guest.”
Gently, with such a sweetly hesitant touch, she cleaned me, folding the toilet paper over and over again, wiping at me until I was totally clean, then she bent to peer at my dick, realizing that as I’d softened, some come had dripped free; she wiped that too, and then I lifted up so she could toss the wad into the toilet, and I hit the flush lever.
“We should go shopping, now,” I said, standing up and offering my hands.
She grasped my hands and I pulled her to her feet. “We could stay here,” she suggested.
I brushed her cheek with my palm. “Eager for more, huh?”
She nodded, a study of innocence and sweetness, yet her eyes betrayed fire and desire. “Yes, I am, actually.”
I leaned in, kissed her, quickly and softly. “Plenty of time, babe. Let's get you some clothes.”
“And something else to eat?” she said, leaning against me to grab the doorknob. “I’m hungry.”
I couldn’t help sneaking a palmful of her ass as she leaned against me, and she went off-balance, giving me her weight for a moment, breathing softly in my ear.
“Orgasms make you hungry,” I murmured.
“Then no wonder I’m so ravenous,” she said, her voice warm and buzzing in my ear, close. “I’ve had three in the last…what? Ten, eleven hours? More than I’ve had in an entire month combined, I think.”
“So you masturbate, do you?” I asked.
She pushed off me, tugged open the door, peeked out to make sure the coast was clear, and waved me back into her room. I went, and she followed, closing the bedroom door behind us. Evangeline scooped up my clothes and handed them to me.
“We’re not talking about that,” she said. “Get dressed. I’m hungry now.”
I faked a snarky salute. “Yes ma’am. Getting dressed, pronto.” I eyed her. “Why aren’t we talking about whether or not you masturbate?”
