Sommerstall Academy
: Chapter 40

My heart is racing and my mind reeling as I try to decide what to do with Florence. I meant what I said about wanting to take her on a date before we have sex but who am I to deny her an orgasm when she asked so nicely?

Still, I really want to do this right with her.

I press a kiss to her skin again, this time just below her navel, and Florence whines. Guess someone’s getting impatient. Fine, I’ve tortured her enough.

I slip my hands beneath her lace underwear, waiting for a second to see if she wants to stop me before pulling it down. After kissing her thigh one last time, I spread her legs wider for me to finally put my lips where she wants them.

Florence instantly buries one of her hands in my hair while the other one takes hold of her sheets. I’ve barely done anything yet and she’s already so responsive it makes my dick twitch in my pants. This isn’t about me though.

I lick her down her slit once, groaning at how wet she is before circling her clit with my tongue. I look up at Florence, seeing she has her eyes closed and taking in the rise and fall of her chest. Man, I regret not having taken off her shirt but I was worried she might feel too exposed.

I look closely at how she reacts to the different things I do but quite frankly, she seems to like everything. When I suck in her clit, sliding one of my fingers through her folds, she curses under her breath. That’s how you know she’s losing herself a little, when she stops being the perfectly polite girl and swears like a sailor. Okay, that might be a stretch but whatever.

I slide one finger inside of her, keeping a steady rhythm with my tongue since she seems to enjoy it and I feel she’s getting close. When her legs start shaking and her hips start grinding against my face, I curl my finger. That does the trick as I feel her come with a moan.

She clenches tightly around my finger so I keep it in place, gently licking her through her release. Only when she slumps against the bed do I raise from between her legs and kiss her softly.

‘Damn, that was,’ she trails off, her eyes still shut though I wish she’d look at me again.

‘Glad you approve,’ I tease her. She smiles tiredly and nuzzles herself further against the bed.

‘Where are your PJs?’ I ask since she’s clearly tired. She just shrugs so I improvise, grabbing my shirt from the ground and handing it to her. I help her pull it over her head before untying the shirt she’s wearing beneath it. She shrugs out of it and closes her eyes again, smiling to herself. Meanwhile, I’m trying to get over how good she looks in my clothes. I could seriously get used to this.

I get on the bed next to her and pull her against my chest, sighing at the way we fit together.

‘Wait, what about you,’ Florence mutters, presumably feeling my hard-on against her back.

‘Just ignore it, it’ll go away,’ I tell her but she turns around to look up at me.

‘Isn’t it uncomfortable? I can help you, you just need to tell me what to do,’ she says even as her eyes start closing. I laugh softly and cup her cheek, running my thumb back and forth. She leans into it as always.

‘I’m perfectly content. Just sleep,’ I tell her. She nods softly and scoots closer to me.

‘Thanks,’ she mutters against my chest.

–

I wake up to an empty bed. It makes my stomach tighten in worry, where did Florence go? Why did she leave? Does she regret what happened last night?

‘Morning,’ the girl’s voice interrupts my jumbled thoughts. She’s smiling, wearing nothing more than a towel again. ‘Sorry for sneaking out on you but I felt sweaty and nasty,’ she adds. I’m just glad she doesn’t hate me.

‘Geez, leave a note next time. Or even better, wake me,’ I tell her with a laugh.

‘Will do.’

‘So, you got any plans for today?’ I ask her. Then the girl drops her towel, looking at the dresser so her back’s facing me, without warning. I can’t do anything but stare at her naked backside, groaning inwardly. She’s way too beautiful.

‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer,’ she teases me, smiling over her shoulder before putting on her underwear. She only turns to me when she’s wearing a matching set of white lace underwear. My poor dick starts throbbing again. It took a while for me to fall asleep last night and this is reminding me why.

‘A warning next time,’ I tell her, averting my eyes before I take her right back to bed and go against my word from last night. First date who? Never heard of it.

‘Sure. So, today? I don’t have any plans,’ she tells me, throwing on an oversized shirt before climbing back into bed with me. ‘What about you?’

‘I thought I might ask a beautiful girl out on a date, do you think she’ll say yes?’

‘Mhm, who knows,’ she teases me. Then she leans over to kiss me. ‘I think she might,’ she hums.

‘Later tonight, Jamie’s throwing a party. We could grab lunch, maybe go to the park for a while, and swing by at his if you’re down,’ I propose.

‘Sounds great. You need to take your guitar with you, though.’

‘Only if you bring your iPad. I want to see your drawings.’ Florence’s cheeks heat up but she agrees.

I soon head home to get ready, looking forward to the day we have planned.