"Noah, what are you…?"
"Trust me, Rachel."
The pair of them lay on Rachel's bed, breathless and ruffled from a long make out session. To her surprise, Noah had slid down the bed, stopping to lathe her navel with his tongue.
As he dropped to his knees beside the bed and grasped her legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders, she wanted to ask his intentions but decided to trust him.
"I do," she breathed and sucked in a breath as his fingers scurried along her thighs, just below the hem of her pleated skirt.
"Do you know what these little skirts do to me?" he asked her in a husky tone, one guitar calloused finger stroking up the inside of her leg and causing the muscles quiver. "I sit there in class and dreamed about your amazing legs. Touching them, kissing them… wonder if they taste like cream…."
With that, he bowed his head, warm, moist lips touching satiny inner thighs. Rachel gasped, hands coming up to rest lightly on the back and was head, nails scraping through his Mohawk. For her, this is new and different and she found herself quite liking the sensations flying from Noah's lips to her core.
When he added his tongue to the mix, she almost arched up off the bed, panting his name as he worked his way higher and higher. After spending what seemed like hours exploring her thighs, he pressed a kiss to the drenched fabric of her panties. The friction of the contact set her off and she saw stars for several minutes before she came down.
When she could focus again, Noah smirked at her and licked his lips.
If he could make her feel that good while fully clothed… hell, no way we should wait till she was 25 to lose her virginity.
Noah was really trying to be gentleman, but she had a feeling she'd be the one jumping him if he didn't make his move soon.
Really, no one would blame her.
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