Page 62 of Let the Light Shine Through

“These are boxer briefs for women. They don’t have a hole.”

“But I thought—”

“I wear both men’s and women’s boxer briefs.” She laughs. “Today I wore women’s.”

I didn’t even know there were boxer briefs for women. That information would’ve been useful before I made myself look like a fucking idiot.

I yank the crotch to both her romper and her boxer briefs to one side, breathing, “Fuck, baby,” when I feel her bare pussy with the tips of my fingers.

“You’re gonna need to be a bit more specific than that, cowboy. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

No fucking problem.

I kiss a trail down her stomach, biting along the way, so she can feel it through the romper. Over her hips, with a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh, I stop when I reach my destination and say, “I want your pussy, Gia.” My mouth’s less than a centimeter away from her pussy, so when I lick my lips, I lick hers, too. Her ass jolts off the bed and I take the opportunity to grab her airborne bottom half with my free hand, dragging her forward until she’s practically hanging off the mattress to let my nose nuzzle between her folds.

I wait, just wait, listening to her breathy moans infuse my room, then with one long lick up her slit, I freeze at the top when Gia’s hands tangle in my hair again, this time so much needier.

I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been harder as I spread her legs wider, my lips teasing the ones between her hips. I kiss her pussy like I kiss her mouth, swirling my tongue at a dizzying pace, and using the tip of my tongue, I spell out my name—my full fucking name—as my own version of a branding. It’s not long before her moans grow as frantic as her hands in my hair. Those same hands try to push me away, even as her heels dig into my back, not letting me actually go anywhere.

She’s a fucking wreck and I’ve only just begun.

My name becomes a chant that’s no doubt making its way down my stairwell and out the front door. “Roz.” Gasp. “Roz.” Gasp. “I’m close.” Gasp. “Roz?” Gasp.

Not yet, I’d tell Gia if I wasn’t currently tongue-fucking her because if she’s coherent enough to ask, then she’s not nearly close enough.

I replace my tongue with a finger between her slick pussy walls and her thighs instantly start to shake around my head.

Hers drops back as she moans my name loudly when I add another finger, telling her, “I want you to come on my face, baby.”

The heat around my fingers begins constricting, so I twist the digits as I pump them in and out, then I’m sucking on her clit.

Incoherent pleas spill from her mouth as soon as I press my tongue flat against her swollen tip, letting her ride my face as hard as she needs to.

There we go. Now she’s ready.

I add a roll to my tongue and a scream rips from her throat that I know most, if not all, the fraternities on the block heard.

“Stand,” I say through damp lips, kissing her thigh.

“Dude…no.”

“I told you until you were seeing stars, remember?”

Her laugh is hollow and wobbly. “Seeing stars? I’m swimming in them.”

Around a smirk, I nip her skin, letting go just as quickly to repeat, “Stand.”

Still clutching my hair, she gets to her feet, watching silently as the romper around her waist falls to the floor. And holy shit. An entire outfit just gone.

I sit back on my heels, turning my head to bite the hand that falls to my shoulder to keep from biting the rest of her milky white skin. Goddamn. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Promise you’ll only wear rompers from now on.”

When my eyes finally meet hers again, they’re creased at the edges, and there’s an icy breeze to her tone when she says, “No promises, Roz.”

I nod, letting my gaze trail down her body. Perfectly rounded tits that she usually smashes under sports bras—but not today. A tight tummy she prefers to hide under a gigantic sweater—but not today. Toned thighs she typically covers with bulky jeans—but not fucking today.

My hands frame her hips, bringing her forward until my forehead rests on her waistband. I’ve got her pussy on my mouth, nose, fingers, and still, still, the smell of the real thing so close taunts me all over again until I almost bend just to take another lick.