“Scoot down a little,” I say, grabbing her behind the knees and pulling. She does, until her ass cheeks are hanging over the edge. And that’s when I push her skirt up and see her pink panties. They are silky, but not overly sexy. Like she shops in the juniors department and not at Victoria’s Secret.

I love them. I love them so much I lean my head forward and kiss them.

I can feel her pussy lips beneath the thin fabric and my tongue darts out and licks her.

“Should I take them off?” she asks.

I look up at her. Her tits are rising and falling quickly, indicating she’s breathing harder now. “No,” I say. “I like them on.”

“But you can’t—“

“Aria,” I say. “Men don’t care if they have to work around your panties. We like it.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I think about this for a minute. “Because it feels like we’re taking something from you. Sneaking it. If we fuck you and you still have clothes on it’s hot because we’re so desperate to fuck you, we can’t be bothered to take them off.”

“Oh,” she says. “But they’re getting wet.”

“We like that too,” I say. “Now close your eyes and think about my mouth. And because you asked so many questions about it, I’m going to make you come through your panties so you know I’m not lying.”

“Oh,” she gasps.

I lean my head in again and swipe my tongue along her slit. My hands pressing her thighs open. My thumbs caressing small circles over her smooth skin. She arches her back when I hit her clit and when my finger parts her pussy open though her silky panties, she begins to groan.

God, she’s primed and ready. My cock is throbbing in my jeans.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” I ask her, still licking.

“No,” she moans. Shaking her head.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she squeaks, because I nipped her panties and got a bit of skin too.

“Then put your hands on my head, Aria. And grip my hair.”

She reaches for me. Tentatively placing her hands on my head and threading her fingers into my hair.

“Grip it hard,” I say. “And if you think I’m not in the right place, guide me. Tell me where you want me to lick you.”

“Oh, my God,” she moans.

“Do it,” I say, licking her all around her clit, but not directly on her clit. Because I want to feel her hands guiding me. I want to know she’s participating.

She doesn’t do that though. So I give her a little help. “Right here?” I ask, licking her in the wrong place.

“No,” she says.

“Then show me. Show me where I should lick you, Aria. Show me with your hands.”

She reaches down, pulls her panties aside, and begins to massage her clit.

Jesus Christ. I meant guide my mouth to it, but hell, this is better.

“Oh, you’re a dirty girl,” I say, placing my lips over her finger and flicking my tongue against her sweet, little nub.

“Yes,” she moans. “Right there.”