...elvic bone. He reached up, sliding her pants and underwear down her legs so they pooled at her feet and he followed off the bed, kneeling on the soft carpeted floor. A soft, happy sound escaped when he began kissing up her leg from her calf to her inner thigh, teeth grazing as he went.
"Is this what you did with her?" Sam croaked out, opening her eyes to the ceiling.
She could feel him nudging her legs further apart, his breath inches from her core. She shivered, hotly anticipating what came next.
"Is this what I did with who?" the boy asked, his voice vibrating through her. She was about to answer when he lowered his lips to her folds, planting soft kisses there.
"Oh God!" she cried out, pulling on his hair. She nearly forgot the question, Freddie still worshipping her with his mouth.
"The girl you screwed?"
A horrifying thought flashed like lightning into her head; was it Carly? Did she teach him this? Because Sam knew that this wasn't just instinctual – what he was doing right now came from experience. And lots of it.
"I don't want to talk about her."
He had stopped and Sam's curiosity won out. She craned her head up gazing down at him perched between her thighs. He fixed her with a dark look and she gulped audibly before lying back down. Did he she really want to know?
The feel of h...