Peyton moves restlessly, pressing herself closer to my mouth then shying away when the pleasure gets to be too much. She’s holding back, and I can’t have that. I need her to let me in. I need her to trust in me. Trust that I’ll be here to catch her when she falls.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I grip her hips, holding her in place. I lick her pussy from top to bottom, loving the breathless noises she’s making. I dip my tongue into her entrance, then circle her clit. Her hips buck against my hold, and I know she’s close to the edge. Not wanting this to be over, I slow my ministrations, licking every inch of her slick folds while ignoring her needy little clit.

“Kingston,” she gasps. I can hear the pleading in her tone.

“What do you want?” I ask, licking another slow circle around her clit.

“Lick me.”

“I am licking you.”

I prove my point by stroking the flat of my tongue from bottom to top. When my tongue connects with her clit, her hips punch up into me.

“Here?” I ask, pressing a kiss to that sensitive nub.

“Yes…” she says, squeezing her thighs around my head as if she could hold me in place.

I decide to have mercy on my girl and give her what she craves. I suck her clit between my lips, lashing it with my tongue. She cums on a scream, panting and gasping for breath. Her nails dig into my scalp as she pulls me closer. Soon, she’s pushing me away having become too sensitive. I lick her through another orgasm loving how she cums with my name on her lips.

I slowly kiss my way back up her body, finding her lips I kiss her deeply, sharing her taste with her.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” I say between kisses.

Peyton is still breathless, and I find it sexy as hell that all she can manage is a nod. But her body says everything. Her thighs spread welcoming me between them, and her hands grip my arms tightly as if she’s afraid I’ll stop if she lets go.

Fat chance.

I line my cock up and slowly enter her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight and wet.”

Each inch I sink into her feels like fucking heaven. By the time I’m balls deep, we are both panting. I force myself not to move because I refuse to come like some adolescent boy. Peyton shifts beneath me, looking for the friction I’m denying us both. I kiss her deeply distracting us both from the raw pleasure of my cock in her warm, willing pussy.

I slowly withdraw, her pussy grips me tightly as if it doesn’t want to give me up. I pause, my cock poised just at her entrance. I rock into her slowly rolling my hips on each down stroke. Her moans egging me on.

“More,” she cries out.

“More what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”

I slow my pace even further. Drawing out each movement in exaggerated slow motion.

“Fuck me,” she begs. “Harder. Faster. More.”

I pause, briefly, making her wonder if I’ll continue my slow pace, or give her the hard fucking she wants. After two heartbeats, I thrust forward, pounding my cock into her. I work my hips into a fierce rhythm.

“Like this?” I ask as I take her harder. “Want me to fuck this tight little pussy like I own it?”

I grip her ass, tilting her hips so that I’m hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“Yes, yes… oh God yes…” she sobs.

“Not God. Say my name.”

“Kingston.”

I crash my lips to hers. Our kiss no longer sweet—this is raw, unadulterated lust. Our teeth clash as our tongues slide together. Peyton’s nails score down my back, and I love each bite of pain because it shows how out of control she is.

Her pussy squeezes me perfectly and I’m moments from losing control, but I refuse to find my pleasure before she gets hers.

My fingers unerringly find her clit, and I pinch it lightly. Her lips are torn from mine as she cries out. My thrusts become erratic as her orgasm rips through her body, squeezing my cock in a satiny death grip. My spine tingles and my balls draw up. I bury myself as deep as I can get and let the pleasure sweep over me.

I give her clit gentle pressure, stretching her orgasm into another.

“Fuck, Peyton,” I groan as I empty myself into her pliant body. My cock throbs with each burst of my cum.

* * *

Peyton collapses on my chest, her pussy still clenching around my cock after riding me to a powerful orgasm. I caress her back, luxuriating in the softness of her skin and the pure pleasure of holding her in my arms.

Long minutes pass as we lay quietly. Peyton seems to be a million miles away, even though she’s right here in my arms. She has something on her mind, and she’s trying to work up the courage to talk to me. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Peyton this last month, it’s that she can’t be rushed.

“Kingston, can I ask you a question?” Her voice is barely a whisper as she works up the courage to speak.

I kiss the top of her head and run my hand up her back in a soothing motion. “Baby, you can ask me anything. I’m an open book for you.”

She takes a deep breath, and I know this is her trying to buy herself a little time. Whatever it is she wants to ask must be really important.

“Why did you stand me up?”

Okay, that’s not what I expected. “What do you mean? When did I stand you up?”

She raises up so her chin is resting on my chest, and her eyes bore into mine. “The Sadie Hawkins dance… you told me you’d be my date and then you didn’t show up.” Her eyes flash with an old pain I didn’t even know I’d caused.

“Baby, I never would have stood you up...”

The pain in her eyes is gone in a flash as anger takes over. “You… you… jerk! It took me a week to work up the courage to ask you to be my date, and you said yes. The night of the dance you didn’t show up, and the next day you called me pathetic because I couldn’t find a date.”

Bewildered, I don’t know what to say. Even though I was an idiot back then, I would have never passed up a chance to go out with Peyton.

“Pey, I don’t even know what to say.”

“I just want to know why you would do that to me. Was it just a cruel prank? You acted so excited when I asked you…” she chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “I thought that maybe you had a secret crush on me like I had on you.”

I laugh without humor. “I did have a crush on you from the first time I saw you.”

“Then why?”

I have a suspicion about what happened, and I’m embarrassed to admit it. “Honestly, I was probably drunk when you asked. I’m not proud of my behavior from that time in my life. I made a lot of shitty choices. I’m so sorry that I inadvertently hurt you.”

Peyton nods as she takes in my words but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she lays her head back on my chest, shutting me out. I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding when she snuggles in closer to my side. She might not be ready to forgive me but she’s not running either.