“Rushing is fine with me.”
“Maybe. But despite your skepticism, I do in fact have a few skills I’d like to show you.”
“So do it. Show me.”
We hold gazes for a few moments. Then he gives me another one of those wolfish smiles. He leans over to kiss me again. He’s still wearing his jeans and T-shirt, but he doesn’t appear to mind. He holds most of his weight off my body as he devours my mouth with his.
It’s really a very good kiss. It makes me flush all over and pant with growing excitement. My blood throbs in my veins, and I end up clawing at the back of his neck the way I always do when things get really good.
I’m fully aroused and ready to move on, so I nudge at his shoulders until he lifts his head. “Okay. I’m convinced of your skills. You can fuck me now.”
With a little laugh, he ducks his head to my neck. “I haven’t even begun showing you my skills yet.”
“What?”
He doesn’t answer with words. Just kisses his way down to my breasts. He pays them a lot of attention. So much I can’t help but arch and wriggle and make a lot of embarrassing whimpers. Finally he’s done with my breasts, but he doesn’t straighten up or pull out his cock. He keeps moving lower down my body until he’s nuzzling between my legs.
“Zed!”
“What?”
“You don’t… you don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” He pulls my thighs apart to give him better access. Then gives my pussy a big lick that makes me gasp. “Maybe I want to.”
“But… but…” I’m so turned on that my head is tossing back and forth. I reach up to grab onto the pillow since the bed doesn’t have a headboard, and I need to hold on to something. “But you don’t have to.”
“Stop it, Esther.” He raises his head. “I told you I want to do it. Do you really not want me to do this?”
“I…” I swallow hard. “I don’t know. I’ve never… I’m not good at giving up control.”
His expression relaxes. He gives me a smug little smile. “That’s one thing I already know about you. I think you might like this, so can we give it a try? If anything about it bothers you, just tell me to stop. And I will. I promise.”
I just stare at him.
“Okay?”
I nod. “Okay. I’m just…”
He was about to move back between my legs, but he pauses, waiting for me to finish.
“I’m just not going to be good at it.”
He chuckles again and arranges my legs so they’re bent at the knee and braced far apart. “You don’t have to be good at everything, Esther.”
“I like to be good at everything.”
“You’re good at most things. It doesn’t have to be everything.” He lowers his head. “Besides, I’ll be doing most of the work for this particular activity. You can just lie there and enjoy it.”
“I’m not good at just lying th—”
“Stop it.”
“Okay.” I feel like smiling, but for good measure, I stick my tongue out at him, making him laugh again.
The brief distraction helps to settle some of my nerves, but all my arousal comes back in full force as soon as he tongues me again.
He holds me open with his fingers and teases my clit with his tongue. Then he fucks me with his tongue. Returns to my clit. Sucks it a few times and scrapes his teeth against my inner thigh.