CONSUME

[22] confusion

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kameron springfield

"Why d-do you do that?" I mumbled, remembering the way he'd also tasted me from his fingers the last time we did this as well. "I-isn't it gross?"

"Gross?" He raised an eyebrow, a blush on his face. Axel licked his teeth and then put the same fingers into my mouth, just like he did last time too. "Your pussy tastes good. It makes me so horny." He said as if it was factual.

I sucked his two fingers, the now familiar flavor of my own release on my tongue. Sweet and slightly sour, but overall at the same time, tasteless. Knitting my brows together, I closed my eyes in embarrassment at his vulgar choice of words.

He removed his hand and then he sat up, scooting his back onto the headboard of the bed and wrapping his hands around my ass once more. He licked his lips, his cheeks rosy. Opening my eyes, I scanned his beautiful face, his sharp nose that had an abundance of small tan freckles that were a few shades darker than the rest of his skin's tone. 

I squinted my eyes, wondering if it would really be possible to count them all. 

"What?" He muttered quietly and in a way he made it seem like he was talking to me with his full attention, not thinking about a single thing besides this moment of my legs straddling him and our bare naked chests touching so tightly. I can feel the fast pace of his heart, it beating at a similar rate as mine. My breasts were squished together against his soft, muscular pecs, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and behind his neck. 

"What?" I asked back, mimicking him and feigning obliviousness. 

"You're staring at me again." He looked to my mouth, and then my nose, as if he was also inspecting my facial features the same way that I am his. "What are you thinking about?" He asked with curiosity. 

I bit my bottom lip, eyeing his rounded pink ones that looked like they were begging to be kissed. I pursed my lips together and then pressed them to his, pecking him softly. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling at my panties and placing them back onto me properly, but he kept my shorts up so he could still touch my bare skin. Palms on each side of my behind, he kissed me hungrily, as though he couldn't get enough. 

The way he kisses me so longingly and desperately made me feel comforted inside of my chest, and it's an unfamiliar feeling. Like my heart is being coated in warmth, or like it's protected. I'm not sure what it means or how exactly I could describe it. 

 I licked his bottom lip and pulled away, seeing his breaths staggered and flustered. 

"I was thinking about how many freckles are on your face." I answered truthfully, "I wonder if it's possible to count them." 

He frowned, and then raised one of his thick eyebrows. I brought my fingers to his forehead, pushing off the brown locks of hair that rested there and then I ran my hands through it. 

"That's an original thought," He acted like what I'd said was really strange.

I rolled my eyes, "Okay. You're never getting to hear any of my thoughts ever again then." 

He lifted the corner of his mouth into a smile, and then clenched his jaw. "Fine." Is all he answered with. "Not that I care anyways," He gripped my hips tightly, and then reached up to kiss me once more. I sat back, onto his lap, feeling that the bulge in his pants is softer than it was before. 

I wonder if I should do something for him, too. He's pleasured me twice now, with nothing in return. He's not asking for me to do anything, either. But I feel like I should. If we're doing this whole hooking up thing, I can't be the only one who's getting touched, right? It's got to be equal.