Page 116 of Talk Nerdy To Me
I turn back, finding Britt absently tracing circles over my shirt, her fingertip running the barely-there outline of my abs.
Her eyes flick to mine, and she just stares. “I told you the story,” she says quietly.
Sitting up, I reach back and pull my shirt over my head, and she does the same with a shy smile on her lips. Her light skin has just a dash of freckles here and there, and my eyes rake over them before landing on the very sexy bra.
She loaded up on sexy lingerie during her virginal days and we spent a day with her letting me pick out my favorites. That was a fun day.
As I push down my jeans and boxers, she just watches, eyes half lidded as she stares very deliberately.
Scrubbing a hand over my face again, I say, “Take it in your hand, and then move at your own pace from there. I’ll walk you through it.”
The second her hand touches me, and she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, I realize this is going to be a quick tutorial no matter how hard I try.
When her lips hover just centimeters over my dick for long, palpable minutes of silence, it actually jumps in her hand and startles her. I didn’t make it do that. It’s possessed around her.
“Just let me know when you’re ready,” I say as I clear my throat, while she resumes staring at it. “And no teeth. Please.”
Her hand is just firm enough, but I hiss out a breath when she squeezes a little harder.
“Sorry,” she says, loosening her grip again as she finally leans over and wraps her lips around the head of my cock with zero warning.
I hiss out another breath, this one of surprise, but she either doesn’t hear it or doesn’t care as she sucks me in a little deeper.
“No teeth,” I remind her on a worried breath when I feel a graze.
After a few more trial-and-error movements, I finally work her into a steady rhythm with some really damn good fundamentals. It’s going to be fun helping her ‘improve her technique’ on this.
Maddening woman.
She takes me deeper and deeper, and it’s fumbled and somewhat awkward, and fucking perfect—
“Britt, now’s the time to back away if you don’t want to finish it.”
She doesn’t stop, and it doesn’t take but another second before pleasure spikes up my spine and spreads. My legs stiffen, and I cough out a sound as my hand finally shoves into her hair on reflex. I don’t do anything but rest it there until she abruptly pulls back and takes off running to the bathroom.
My brow furrows as she slams the door, and my hand stays suspended in the air where her head was.
“Britt? You okay?” I ask, starting to worry when I hear the sink come on and water splashing.
When I hear the gargling, I bristle.
“Britt?” I call again, leaning down to grab my boxers.
“Sorry,” she says, though the word is a little muffled as she opens the door, brushing her teeth.
I arch an eyebrow, lips twitching as her cheeks and neck burn a bright red.
She runs back in and spits out the toothpaste before returning.
“I’m decidedly not advanced enough to be a swallower, even without a gag reflex,” she tells me with an apologetic grimace.
Because there’s no way I can speak with a straight face, I just hold up an okay symbol with my hand, as she jogs back in to brush her teeth some more.
Dropping back on the bed, I pull the pillow over my face to muffle the bits of laughter that sneak out as my body shakes lightly on the bed.
Fucking girl.
My laughter turns into a bit of a groan. Sooner or later I’m going to have to tell her I’m in love with her.
