"How do eighteen-year-olds look at women?"

"Like they’re trying to figure out what they’re supposed to do. Like they’re running through a checklist in their head." Her hand slid down to his chest. "You look at me like you already know exactly what you’re going to do and you’re just waiting for the right moment."

"Maybe I am."

She exhaled. Something in her face shifted. "Then stop waiting."

He kissed her neck. Not the jaw. Not the mouth. The soft skin just below her ear where her pulse beat against his lips. She made a sound. Quiet and surprised. Like she hadn’t expected him to start there.

His mouth moved lower. Her collarbone. The hollow at the base of her throat. She arched slightly and her hand came up to the back of his head.

"That’s..." She didn’t finish.

He kissed the swell of her breast. Not the nipple yet. The soft curve above it. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

"Sean."

He looked up at her.

"Don’t tease," she said. But her voice had no authority in it anymore. It was all want.

He took her nipple into his mouth and she gasped. A real gasp. The kind that came from somewhere involuntary.

His tongue traced circles and she writhed under him. Her hips pressed up against his stomach and he could feel the heat of her through her panties and the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Oh," she breathed. Just that one syllable. Drawn out.

His hand found her other breast. Rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his mouth worked on the first one. She was making sounds now. Small and rhythmic. Her breathing had changed completely.

"Come here," she said suddenly. Urgently. "Come up here."

She pulled at his shoulders and he moved up and she kissed him fiercely. Her tongue was demanding now. Not gentle anymore.

"I want to taste you," she said against his mouth. "And I want you to taste me. At the same time."

She didn’t wait for an answer.

She pushed at his shoulder and he rolled onto his back. The bed was only a double. They had to maneuver carefully but Makima moved with a confidence that suggested she wasn’t thinking about logistics anymore. She was just doing what she wanted to do.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His cock sprang free and she looked at it for a moment with an expression that was pure appreciation.

"You’re proportional," she said quietly. "That’s nice."

Then she swung her leg over his chest, positioning herself above him. Her thighs framed his face and he could see the damp spot on her black panties. She pulled them aside without ceremony and then she was bare above him. Pink and glistening. The scent of her was clean and musky and strong.

"Fair’s fair," she said. Then she lowered her mouth to him.

The first contact of her lips on his cock made his hips buck slightly. She wrapped one hand around the base and held him steady and then she took him deeper. Her mouth was warm and wet and she used her tongue expertly, circling the head before sliding down again.

Sean gripped her thighs and pulled her closer to his mouth. He ran his tongue along her slit and she moaned around his cock. The vibration made him groan and she did it again deliberately.

He found her clit with the tip of his tongue. Small and hard and sensitive. He flicked it and her thighs tightened around his head and she made a sound that was half moan and half laugh.

"Right there," she said. Then she took him deep again.

They found a rhythm. Her head bobbing, his tongue working her clit in circles. She was dripping now. When he pushed his tongue inside her she gasped and her rhythm faltered for just a moment.

"Fuck," she breathed. The word was muffled but clear. The first time he’d heard her swear.

He did it again. Tongue inside her. Thumb on her clit. She shuddered.

"Don’t stop," she said. "Whatever you do don’t—"

He sucked her clit gently and she came undone.

Her whole body tensed above him. Her thighs clamped around his ears and she made a sound that wasn’t a moan so much as a release. Like something had been building for a very long time and finally broken through. She kept her mouth on him but she couldn’t move. Just held him there while her body shook.

When it passed she pulled off him with a gasp. Breathing hard.

She looked back over her shoulder at him. Her hair was mussed. Her face was flushed.

"I didn’t mean to do that so fast," she said.

"Why not?"

"Because I wanted this to last."

Sean pulled her down beside him so they were face to face. "We have time."

She looked at him for a moment. Then she kissed him. Tasting herself on his lips.

"I want you inside me," she said. Simple. Direct.

"Then get on top."

Something ignited in her expression. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Reached down and positioned him against her entrance. She was soaking. The head of his cock pressed against her and she paused there. Letting the anticipation build.

"Last chance to change your mind," she said. But she was smiling.

"Makima."

"Yes?"

"Stop talking." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She sank down onto him.

The sensation was overwhelming. Tight and wet and hot and more than he’d anticipated. She took him slowly, inch by inch, her eyes locked on his face the whole time. She was watching his reaction. She wanted to see what she did to him.

When he was fully inside her she stopped. Let out a long breath.

"You feel..." She didn’t finish. Didn’t need to.

She started to move. Slow at first. Rolling her hips in a rhythm that was less about friction and more about depth. She rode him like she was savoring every sensation. His hands found her hips and he helped guide her but he didn’t try to control her pace.