Page 27 of Just the Tipsy
For a second I’m afraid I was too honest. But then I swear I see a flush under her brown skin, creeping its way up her neck and to her cheeks. The relative innocence of it makes me want to close the gap between us, but I stay where I am. I only want to make a move if she’s down for it.
“Honestly, I just want someone to actually make me come,” she says, almost embarrassed. “Without strings attached for something more. And teach me a few things about making it better.”
“I can do that. Especially if there aren’t strings attached.”
“Not even this fake relationship?” She raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t we agree that it was all business?”
“It still is. We aren’t dating. It would just be me helping you out with your bucket list.” I shrug, scanning her face. “And I know for a fact that I can help you check off the first thing.”
Her lips press together like she’s holding back a smile. “You sound extremely confident.”
“I am.”
Bianca was right about one thing — I’m a bit of an overachiever. And fucking isn’t any different.
“It takes me a long time,” she says, swallowing. I see the pulse fluttering at the base of her neck and I want to nip the spot. “To come, I mean.”
“I don’t see that as a problem.” I get closer and make circles just under the hem of her shirt with my thumb. “More time for me to enjoy myself.”
She bites her bottom lip, clearly skeptical. But I’m not lying — I get something out of this too. “You’re absolutely sure you won’t get tired? And that you’ll enjoy it?”
“Have a little faith in my stamina. And yes, I’ll enjoy it.” I cup the back of her neck, and she melts into my touch. “Just let me take care of you. You don’t have to think about anything.”
She considers it for a second, then says, “Okay.”
My blood starts pounding, whooshing in my ears.
“C’mon, let’s go somewhere without a freezing tile floor,” I say, getting up and helping her to her feet.
She takes my hand and guides me down the hallway to her bedroom. The first thing that strikes me is how nice her room smells, like jasmine and vanilla. Her bed is unmade, with a ridiculous number of throw pillows that have been tossed to the ground. She sits on the bed, fidgeting with her rings.
I sit next to Bianca and I gently massage the back of her neck until the tension leaves her body.
“If you want to stop, just tell me,” I say. “And we’ll stop right away.”
“And leave you in the lurch?” She glances down at where my pants are already slightly tented.
“Yeah, if you’re not comfortable.” I gently rub a spot behind her ear. “I won’t die from blue balls.”
I lean in to kiss her jaw as she huffs a quiet laugh, though I’m not sure at what. A kiss on the lips feels a little too emotional for what we’re about to do. This is just her bucket list with a little lesson tacked on.
She lets out a soft breath, letting her head fall to the side to give me more exposure to her neck. Her skin is so soft as I skim one hand along her stomach, making her shiver, my hand inching upward toward her breasts.
She’s not wearing a bra.
Both of us groan when I brush my thumb across her nipple, which hardens immediately. Her breast fits in my hand just right, and every time I rake my teeth down her neck, she shifts, her thighs pressing together.
“Need more?” I ask, gently grabbing the bottom of her top.
She nods and helps me pull off her shirt. Shit. Her breasts look even better than they feel, perfect teardrops and deep brown nipples.
I press her back to the bed and kiss down her neck until my lips reach one of her breasts. My cock is already aching and I want to rush down to taste her, but I need restraint — to take my time warming her up and feeling her out rather than just going for it like I assume her past hookups have.
I gently lick around her nipple, gauging her reaction. She likes it, but it’s not making her back arch or moan.
“Do me a favor, princess, and tell me what you’re wanting,” I say, licking around her areola.
“Hm?” She glances down at me, clearly surprised. “You want me to…tell you what to do?”
