Page 53 of Love Lessons
Oh, I’m feeling. I’m rocking my hips forward to the beat of my own heart. This is easily the best time I’ve ever had with a guy’s face between my legs. And when I reach down to tug gently on his hair, he moans, too.
Whew! So hot. My time must be almost up, though. I’ll probably cry when the timer rings.
But then I hear a low, thumpy rumble instead. “Don’t come,” Ian warns, before he nudges the blunt cockhead of my vibrator against my body.
“Oh!” I gasp. “That’s…cheating.” But I can’t help myself. I bear down on it.
“Fuck,” he curses. “That’s…unnngh.”
I can barely hear him. My body is a gathering storm as he slowly fucks me with the vibrator. I want it. So badly. I clench my thighs in frustration.
“Vera,” he warns. “Relax your body. Just feel.”
I try to. I really do, because it’s been working for me so far.
All at once he picks up the pace of his torture and leans down to suck my clit between gentle lips.
And I experience a toe-curling, heart-throbbing orgasm like no other. Wave after wave of heady sensation rolls through me, while I moan so loudly that it probably echoes across Lake Como.
It goes on and on, and I’m basically wrung out afterward. The sound of the vibrator halts abruptly. For a moment, all I can hear is my own heavy breathing. I lie there staring up at the ceiling, half in shock, half comatose. And then I hear one more sound.
It’s muffled laughter. Ian has pressed his face into the mattress, and his back is shaking.
“What is so funny?” I demand in a wheezy voice.
He laughs for a moment longer and then sits all the way up. “Look.” He flops down beside me, holding up his wrist, so I can see his watch.
I look. The timer reads11:42, and as I watch, it continues to count down.
“Three minutes,” he says with a chuckle that threatens to become more. His voice rises in imitation of mine. “Oh,Ian. I can’tpossibly have an o—”
I smack him on the arm. “What did I say about gloating?”
He leans back on the pillow and laughs openly. “Christ, you’re fun. Complicated, but fun.”
I’m trying not to smile. “Complicated but fun” isn’t exactly the comment every girl dreams of, but I’m riding an endorphin high, and there’s a hot, naked man lying on the bed next to me. His hair is tousled from my tugging on it. He’s got the body of an underwear model, and an erection the size of a New York skyscraper.
Although he’s laughing at me.
Welp. I know how to shut him up. I plant a hand on the bed and lean over, taking the head of his cock into my mouth.
Sure enough, the laughter stops immediately. “Wow, baby. That’s…”
I give a suck.
“Nnngh,” he says with a shiver. “Nice. Yeah. Take more.” His hand lands on the back of my head. He gathers up my hair in his fist and gives a gentle tug.
Breathing through my nose, I relax and swallow around him. It’s been years since I did this. I’m good at it out of necessity. I never really enjoyed it all that much before, but this is different. When I glance up into Ian’s face, I find his pupils blown. His lips are parted, and his face is heated. Like he can’t stand how turned on he is.
I know it’s real. Nobody is faking anything right now. He made me feel like a queen. As I run my hand up and down his shaft and cup his balls, the groan he makes is not for show.
This is what it’s supposed to feel like. It’s powerful to make a man growl with need. The muscles in his arm flex as he braces himself against the mattress. Like he can’t quite find purchase in the wind tunnel of lust.
It’s tempting to slow things down and tease him, but I have a point to make here. I dedicate myself to sucking and then licking when I need a break. He’s girthy, so this is definitely a challenge. It’s a tight fit, and my jaw is already starting to ache.
But who cares? Because Ian is starting to lose his cool in the best possible way. The strong muscles in his neck flex as he groans. He rolls his hips forward in a gentle rhythm, like he just can’t stand to hold still.
“Christ, honey,” he babbles. “So hot when you look at me like that. Can hardly stand it.”
