A Tasting

He peeled off my blue jean shorts, and panties, like he was ripping off a band-aid. They were there, then they were gone. One sweep.

Poof.

My open backed tank was over my head next. Just a blur of fabric over my head.

He lifted my back enough to unclip my bra, in one snap of his fingers. Then lifted it off me.

Clearly done this before. A lot.

Eric’s eyes roved me so fast, I thought he was trying to see everything at once. They landed on my face. “Are you a virgin?”

“No.” I gave him a contemptuous look. Crinkling my nose and shaking my head.

“Good.” He dropped his mouth to my chest and began kissing his way down my body. Making a scorching path down toward my pussy.

“Eric!” I leaned up to stare at him. Already remembering the putty he’d turned me to in that closet, less than an hour ago.

He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes on me. Challenging me to object.

I clamped my mouth shut. My lips going so tight that they became nearly white.