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He looked up, and she read the answer in his eyes. She looked delighted as she resumed her soft little touches.
“Am I doing this right?” she asked after a few minutes.
“You’re doing great,” he replied immediately.
“What I mean is, is this how you do it when you, um. You know.” She was blushing, but she hastily added, “When you touch yourself.” He froze, stunned but also unbearably aroused by the direction the conversation was taking.
She misinterpreted his silence. “But what am I saying—you probably don’t do that—I didn’t mean to suggest that you—”
He barked out a laugh. “Of course I do. I touch myself every goddamn day. Oftentimes more than once. What did you think I was doing after I fled into the woods during that disastrous picnic?”
She gave a startled laugh. Now she was really blushing, but she looked enormously relieved. “I believe we have previously established that I had no idea what was actually going on during that picnic. Did you truly…”
“I did. I was about to spend in my trousers. That was the other reason it was rather imperative that I get off you.”
“Oh, my gracious! And to think that I had no idea.” She paused, biting her lip. “Would you show me how you do it?”
He reached down, covering her hand with his, and demonstrated how he liked to be stroked. “And do you know who I think about when I do this?”
“Who?” Anne asked in a small voice.
“You,” he replied, looking her in the eyes. “Always you.”
She managed to look both embarrassed and pleased, and continued stroking him as he removed his hand and leaned back against the pillows. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “God, that feels good. Yes—squeeze me tighter. You won’t do it too hard.”
She soon picked up the rhythm. “Now let me try it with my mouth,” she said eagerly, sliding down toward him.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, Anne,” he hastened to say. “What you’re doing feels very good. It will make me come.”
“But won’t it feel even better with my mouth?”
“Um.” He should lie. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do. He opened his mouth to demur, and found the word, “Yes,” emerging.
So much for that plan.
“Then I want to use my mouth,” she said, lowering her lips toward his shaft.
She kissed the head of his cock with those full, wide, petal-soft lips, and he was unable to contain a groan of pleasure. He was big enough that she had to make a few attempts before she managed to take all of him inside her mouth, each one giving him a tantalizing taste of the pleasure he was about to experience.
He was losing control, and fast. “It’s just—God, Anne—if you do that, you’re going to make me come.”
She laughed, looking up at him. “That’s the general idea.”
“I’m going to come in your mouth, Anne.”
She regarded him in silence for a few beats, studying his face. “And you would like that,” she said slowly.
He cringed. “I… um…”
“Don’t even bother lying to me, Michael Cranfield,” she said with a smug smile. “I can read your face. You’ve been thinking about me taking you into my mouth. For a very long time, if I’m not mistaken.”
A man should not blush, but he felt his face heating. “I, uh—”
“Here,” she said, releasing his shaft and coming up beside him. She gathered up all the pillows and propped him up so he was half-reclining. “There!” she said with delight. “I can tell already that you like to watch me touching you. Especially when I’m touching your cock.” She studied him again. “You like that, too, don’t you? To hear me talk about your cock?” She lay down beside him, pressing her body against his, wrapping her hand around him and stroking his length the way he had shown her, and put her lips right next to his ear. “Your cock is so big, Michael. Your cock felt so wonderful last night, Michael. Mmm, just thinking about how much pleasure you gave me with your cock makes me want to come again, Michael.”
He answered with a garbled string of desperate babbling that caused Anne to laugh. “Damn it, woman! You’re going to make me spill on the sheets.”
“After the way you tortured me, I’m not the least bit sorry.” But she did take pity on him, holding his eyes as she slid down his body and positioned her mouth above his cock. “Now lie back and relax and enjoy the view.” And finally, finally, she slipped her lips around the tip of his cock.
