“Not necessarily.” He slid closer and propped his chin on my arm to look up at me. From this angle, his sexy eyes became adorable, like a puppy dog’s. “I like who I like when I’m with that person. When I’m in love with a woman, I’m not looking at anyone else—male orfemale. And when I’m with a man, it’s the same thing. I’m a one lover kind of guy.”
I didn’t know if I bought that. “Then you’re one in a million,” I muttered. “Everyone’s always looking for something new.”
He lowered his voice and purred, “Right now I’m looking at you.”
I shouldn’t have fallen for it, but he wascute. So when he scooted closer, I didn’t pull away, and I let him ease his hand up under my sweatshirt to brush over the silk of my bra. My nipple felt like a diamond in his palm. I lay back on the bed while he pushed my sweatshirt up around my neck, and I sucked in my breath as his tongue tickled over my flat stomach. He kissed my navel, then kissed his way to my bra, where he licked my nipple through the black silk bra I wore.
My whole body fizzled with delight. My hands were held out of the way, pinned above my head by my sweatshirt, and I couldn’t see him over the bunched fabric, but I felt his breath warm my skin. I felt his tongue dampen my bra, sucking the material as he toyed with my nipple. I felt his teeth bite at my, playful and quick, until my panties felt sticky and wet. I moaned and writhed beneath him, thrusting my shoulder to push more of me into his mouth.
Then he turned his attention to my other breast, teasing and licking and pinching until that nipple was as hard as stone.
His hands cupped the waistband of my jeans and I moved my hips, trying to draw him down. With both nipples erect and throbbing, I wanted his attention lower, where my clit pulsed with the beat of my heart. Still, he took his time, kissing his way back down my belly to my navel, then slowly unzipping my jeans to kiss my pubic mound through the flimsy satin panties I wore. His tongue flicked out to dart beneath the panties and taste my juices. I felt it glance over my labia, then dip between the folds of my flesh to taste my clitoris. I cried out, “Yes!”
He nosed my panties aside and delved in, his tongue pressing flat between my labia lips, making me wetter than I was already. “Yes!” I sighed, trying to spread my legs apart, but my jeans were still pulled up around my hips and I couldn’t open my knees any wider. “God, that’s it, that’s it, that’s…”
Words failed me as he nipped at my clit, sending shivers of pure delight down my spine. I moaned as he pulled my jeans down to my ankles and sank to kneel before me on the floor. His arms wrapped around under my knees, holding them open. He nosed aside my panties and bit, licked, and sucked my pussy, his tongue doing delicious things to me. I shucked off my sweatshirt and cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples in time with his ministrations. “Yes!” I gasped as his tongue pushed into my tight hole; I contracted my muscles, trying to draw more of him in. “Yes! Yes!”
Suddenly there was a loud banging on the wall by the head of my bed. I pushed myself up on my knees and looked at him, his gaze finding mine. His mouth was open, his tongue frozen where it had pushed into me. For a long moment we stared at each other, not daring to move or make any sound, not even daring to breathe.
Then I giggled, and he snickered, and the next thing I knew, he was in my arms again, his body fully clothed against my nakedness. I kept some condoms in my shower kit—the college health center provided all students with them—and, as he undressed, I retrieved one. Back in bed, both naked now, his hands retraced the paths his tongue had made on my body, and he held me tightly, staring into my eyes as he entered me. I bit his shoulder to keep silent, and we moved with a furious pace that brought us both to a quick release.
Three years later, I married him.
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Pete was the perfect husband: attentive, loving, and faithful. He might have never admitted to looking at other people once we were together—hell, I looked, so I knew he did; he was only human, and a man, at that. But he didn’t fool around.