He did start licking then, his saliva combining with my juices until my panties were as wet as a swimsuit. There were some sounds in the distance, like animals howling or moaning.
The gentle stimulation was bringing me close to orgasm, but not quite over the ridge. If I'd been working my cl*t myself, I would have come already in that amount of time, but now that I was experiencing a different way of being stimulated, I realized how wonderful the buildup was. The anticipation. All the tingles that radiated through my body. MORE, PLEASE.
Lars said, “You make such crazy noises!”
I realized the moans were coming from my mouth and immediately stopped.
“Don't stop vocalizing, baby,” Lars said. “That's the sweetest music to my ears.”
Drops of rain pattered down on the metal surface around me. We were still rotating, albeit very slowly, but now it was raining, and between the rain on my hot skin, the motion, and the licking on my pu**y, I almost started to cry from the intensity. Everything was too much, too hot and heavy and soon—too much Lars, but I wanted more.
Lars said, “I'm just gonna pull your panties to the side for a minute. They're getting in the way.”
“Yeah,” I panted. “They're totally in the way.”
He pulled the fabric to the side, and this time when he licked my hot, throbbing nub, it felt like the first time I'd ever been truly touched.
I moaned in ecstasy and arched my back.
He drove his tongue between my folds, growling in pleasure as he did so, the vibrations of his voice rippling through me. His tongue thrashed at my clit, tantalizing me, easing off just when I was about to explode.
The rain came down harder, soaking us and bringing me to the knife-edge of shivering.
Now Lars was moving around too much, moving up to kiss my stomach or down to my inner thighs, and other boring things that were not my damn clit.
I grabbed him by the back of his head and guided him to where I wanted. “Like that,” I said as he circled my cl*t with the tip of his tongue.
“Harder,” I said, and he complied.
My pulse pounded at my throat, my heart racing.
“Just like that and don't stop,” I said, letting his head go.
He murmured into my muff, “Pull my ears.”
I couldn't understand, over the sound of the rain pounding down around my head, so I spread my legs wider.
He pushed himself in deeper, so I could feel his stubbled chin against my slit, then repeated, louder, “Pull my ears.”
I grabbed onto his ears tentatively, and found that I could use them to guide him to the right spot. I eased him up just a fraction of an inch, and suddenly he was completely on my clit, the whole thing on fire and engorged beneath his tongue.
I clung to his ears desperately, and he licked and sucked in the exact perfect way.
The rain and the stars and the merry-go-round disappeared, blacked right out, and my body shuddered with orgasm. Lights flashed behind my eyes: blue, green, white.
I gasped for breath, overwhelmed by bliss I'd never imagined.
The next sound I made was not a moan, but a squeaking laugh.
My inner walls were still pulsating from the strength of the orgasm, and I felt good, but the pleasure of Lars and his amazing tongue were quickly turning ticklish, as my cl*t became too sensitive to touch.
I released his ears and used my feet to push myself back and away from him, folding my legs back together.
I reached down to pull my underwear back closed over my pu**y, and was shocked for a moment by the lack of pubic hair. Then I really started to laugh.
Lars looked up at me with glowering eyes. “What's so funny?”
“Nothing,” I said, getting hold of myself. “I guess it's a tension-breaker laugh.”
“Oh.” He sat cross-legged, leaning back against one of the handrails. “Do you think I did a good job?”
“That was amazing.” I eyed the bulge in his jeans, wondering if I ought to offer to do something about it. I'd already come, though, and felt like I was floating above everything. I'd probably be interested in sex again, at some point, but not at that moment. Lars looked younger and skinnier now than before, maybe because he was sopping wet from the rain.
“Was there anything you'd change?” he asked.
The rain had let up, but I was already soaked and just starting to shiver. I wanted Lars to hold me, but I also didn't. “I wouldn't change a thing, unless you wanted to maybe try for somewhere indoors?” I retrieved my flannel pajama bottoms and pulled them back on.
“Do you want to try that, sometime? Indoors?” He glanced over to the swings that were at a standstill. “Or maybe on a swing?”
“I'm not really looking for a boyfriend,” I lied. “And I think Laura likes you.”
He got a sweet smile, a few dimples showing up on his cheeks. “Yeah, but she's innocent. I don't think she's into sex, you know? She sure wouldn't let me eat her out on a merry-go-round.”
I nodded to one side. “True, but I don't think many girls would.”
“Do you wanna just hook up sometimes?”
I grinned and hugged my knees to my chest. “I wouldn't want to ruin tonight by trying to make it happen again.”
He raised his eyebrows, speechless for a moment.
“This has been really nice,” I said. “I should get back to the sleepover before they come looking for me.”
He gazed off in the direction of Laura's house.
He said, “Hey, don't tell her, okay?”
“She knows I'm here.”
“Right.” He grinned. “Then tell her I'm really great at oral.”
“And spoil the surprise?”
He laughed. “You're right.” He got to his feet and handed me back my glasses. “Lexie, you're really hot. You need to walk around like you know you're hot, because it's a waste for you to always have your shoulders hunched up like you're trying to be invisible.”
At his suggestion, I dropped my shoulders and rolled them back, opening up my chest, even though my white shirt was soaked and revealing my black bra.
“Yeah, like that,” he said.
Just then, the merry-go-round came to a complete stop, with a tight squeak.
We both stepped off, and he walked me back to Laura's house, kicking at loose pebbles in lieu of conversation.
Back inside the warm house, the girls turned off the movie and gathered around me, demanding details.
I wrapped my wet self in a big towel, pausing to fuss with my hair because I knew I had to make a choice.
“We mainly just talked about Laura,” I said. “He really likes her.”