**The Pharmacist: Chapter 3**
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*Shit!*
Lilac shakily scrambled to her kitchen sink, smoothly just dodging Twilight’s tail, and hastily washed her hand free of her body fluid.
She quickly dried off her hands and replied.
* (Lilac) I’m in Apartment 17, on the third floor
*Ok, just act cool. Maybe play some music so it won’t look like I was waiting for him the whole time? Hm that could help alleviate any awkward silences during the action anyway.*
Lilac flipped the switch on her bluetooth speaker, and it gave a ping as it connected to her phone. Nervously, she opened her music app, but before she could choose the song, she heard the doorbell. Hurriedly, Lilac pressed “play” and threw her phone onto the love seat, rushing to the door. From the speakers, the song “Ex” by Sik-K burst on. *Great, what a mood setter* she thought to herself sarcastically.
Twilight quickly scampered to the door by Lilac’s feet, curious to see who was coming to visit.
Lilac opened the door, willing her flushed face to not appear red.
There Vincent was, in a relaxed tee and some humble jeans. He smiled down at her, “Ooh, Ex. Great song mix.”
Lilac laughed, “Yeah, come on in. I was just doing some homework with music for the background. Just my usual night.”
Lilac and Twilight moved aside and Vincent stepped in, courteously removing his shoes upon observation of the clean carpeted interiors and Lilac’s bare feet. “Your cat is so beautiful”
Twilight gazed up at him, completely unaware that just a moment ago he had been thinking of all of the different ways he wanted to use her owner’s body.
“Oh thank you. She’s a British longhair.”
Twilight gave a curious mew and stepped up to Vincent, and he knelt down to pet her. Her tail flicked contentedly, as if in approval of Lilac’s booty call.
“Alright girl, this man is mine for the night.” Vincent gave a low chuckle as Lilac gently picked up Twilight, and brought the cat into the spare bedroom. Shutting the door behind her, Lilac walked back out into the living room, where she could see Vincent’s figure idly sitting cross legged at the love seat, while the rose gold speaker still projected music.
Lilac hadn’t realized just exactly how dark it had somehow gotten, but momentarily basked in the picturesque view of her living room.
The window with the translucent off-white curtains pulled all the way to the perimeter was letting in the final moments of the sunset, casting a lovely soft orange-pink glow in the living room. The city around them was nothing but a softly glowing silhouette with the speckles of lights of the distant downtown nightlife.
She had sort of zoned out the music in the last few minutes, and was now hearing “Electric” by Alina Baraz. *There’s nothing more perfect than this view paired with this song*.
It was finally just her and Vincent alone in the living room.
Lilac leaned over the polished marble counter that connected the small dining room region to the open kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink? I have tea, beer, and water, of course, if you want that.”
Vincent got up, and walked over to join her by the counter, “Some water would be great”
As Lilac walked across the kitchen to retrieve the water dispenser, their wordlessness hung in the air, bringing the lyrics of the song to focus.
Lilac blushed into the darkness, suddenly aware that she was still scantily clad in a thin tank and short shorts. At the close distance behind her by the counter, Vincent silently admired the way the sunset hit her figure.
Lilac pushed aside her self consciousness, and instead had an idea. She opened one of the cabinets, stretched up onto the tip of her toes and grabbed a lavender-honey scented candle and matches.
She then turned around with the candle and matches, pitcher of water and two stacked glass cups, and walked back to join Vincent at the counter. She set everything down, aware of the gaze, and lit the candle.
The flame sprung to life, illuminating the room in a soft, rosy glow, bringing clarity to the shadows and contours of their bodies.
He calmly watched her pour them each a glass. She handed him his.
“Thanks,” his fingertips briefly brushed hers. The subtle touch sent a brief flutter of butterflies up her arm, and she fought her body to keep from showing the effect he had on her already.
Still, Vincent watched her, as he brought the glass to his lips to drink. Lilac picked up her own glass, and silently drank, not wanting to be caught in his gaze.
His eyes roamed across her body. He couldn’t help but relish the visible buds of her perky nipples through the thin fabric, and the way the fabric flatteringly hugged the lovely curves of her hips. He couldn’t stand it any longer, this teasing. He set his glass down, gently took the glass out of her hands, and took her chin in his hand so their eyes would meet. He leaned in and kissed her.
For a moment, Lilac was surprised, but then she tilted her face, leaning in for the kiss.
She then broke the kiss, walking around the counter.
She leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
He followed her lead, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around her small of her back.
She closed her eyes
It had been so long since she had locked lips with anyone, especially someone who actually knew how to kiss. The men she’d been with previously were either practically slobbering all over her lips or showing their tongue down her throat. Vincent was different, and she had known it ever since the first text they had exchanged texts, and the first moment they shared live.
Making out had never been anything this electric before. For once, Lilac felt sparks flying. They were in sync. Their bodies moved together in physical understanding, as if reviving a memory from a distant past life.
She’d been on the tip of her toes all the while. Predicting her approaching discomfort, Vincent lifted her by the waist onto the counter without ending the kiss.
She breathed a small sigh of relief, feeling a small smile in Vincent’s lips against her own.
He grazed his lips down her jawline, and Lilac felt the goosebumps forming. *God he’s good with his mouth.* All she could do was moan softly, awaiting his lips’ next action.
His lips stopped at the side of her neck, gently suckling her tender skin.
She felt his left hand slide from her hips down to her legs. She naturally invitingly spread her legs, suddenly aware that she was wet again, but this time on top of the silky residue that she hadn’t had the time to clean up from before.
She felt his fingers, over the thin fabric of her shorts, just over her slit.
He let out a breathy exhale, and whispered. “God you’re so wet”
Lilac bit her lip, and he slipped a finger under the fabric. His lips continued working their magic at her neck, and his hand finally rubbed against her bare slit.
He slowly inserted a finger, and she couldn’t help but automatically squeeze his finger with her throbbing kegel muscles. He continued to slowly pump his finger in and out of her, searching. And within a few moments, he found it, her g spot.
He abandoned her neck.
She gasped, rocking her hips, following his rhythm, willing him to continue.
He obliged, this time going faster, increasing pace.
He watched her closely, and, sensing that she was near, he leaned down, swapping his finger with his tongue.
Lilac gave a loud moan, at the sudden change in sensation, and her pussy was way more sensitive now.
It was continuously pulsing, and she was aware of just how swollen her clit was.
Vincent was now masterfully giving quick, yet effectively light flicks to her clit.
Inside, Lilac was dying to climax, she could feel it. It was going to be a massive, intense one.
She couldn’t help but gyrate her hips.
She then shifted onto one arm on the counter, using one of her hands to push up her tank, exposing her luscious boobs.
She tweaked her nipples, drowning in the magnitude of waves of pleasure.
She couldn’t stop moaning, increasingly turned on by the knowledge that she was completely soaking, and his face was all over her, hungrily devouring her, her taste, her smell, and he knew completely what he was doing. She could tell he had done this to so very many women before her, yet he was here with her right at this instance, focusing all of his post-work-day energy on getting her to climax.
She brought her hand down from her nipple, to rest in his hair.
She couldn’t help but tousle it, as she grabbed at it in her ecstasy.
Lilac’s thoughts swirled around her mind in a haze as she was in an odd state of confusion from the lightheadedness of pleasure.
Her pussy was in a mix of numbness and overjoy at his skill.
She had never been with a man of such splendor.
He was relentlessly observant of her body’s reactions, knowing when and where and how hard to push her boundaries.
His tongue continued its skillful wonders deep in her hole.
And then suddenly, he knew his day’s work was done.
With a shriek, Lilac’s hips gave way and the wetness crashed onto Vincent’s awaiting tongue. He drank her sweetness, swirling his tongue around her slit’s lips, cleaning up all the messes she had made for the night.
Barely catching her breath, Lilac gave a laugh, resting her back on the counter.
She was suddenly aware of how sweaty she was, and how her top was still pulled up.
Vincent got up from between her legs, and leaned over the counter.
In the soft glow of the candle a few inches away from them, he gave each of her boobs a gentle, playful bite, and then moved up to her face and kissed her.
With his right hand, he intertwined their fingers.
Lilac wrapped her right arm around his neck, fondly burying her fingers into his hair.
She bent her legs up, and brought them to wrap around his hips.
In the brief moment that his lips separated from hers, she whispered, “Can I return the favor?”
TO BE CONTINUED
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