Page 67 of Love Lessons
“Sexy, contessa,” I say, sitting back down onto the bed. “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She gives me a happy smile. “No need to exaggerate. I’m not going to back out now.”
“But I’m not lying.” I crawl up her body until we’re nose to nose. “Don’t know how I got so lucky as to be part of your vacation plans. But I’m not going to question it.”
Big brown eyes blink back at me. “Is it still dirty talk if I tell you I need your mouth on mine?”
“Absofuckinglutely,” I whisper.
I don’t know who moves first, but we crash together again. Limbs tangling. Hands grasping. Tongues searching the darkness for more of this perfect heat. Candlelight flickers on the walls, and we can’t stop kissing.
Even when I sit up to put on the condom, she’s right there, her arms around me, whispering sweetly in my ear. “Hurry, Ian.”
But I’m trying not to. I’m the happiest I’ve felt in months. Vera takes me out of my head. There’s no way to worry about the past or the future when I’m trying to bring her pleasure.
It’s perfect.
Once I’ve suited myself up with clumsy hands, I lay her back on the pillows. She stares up at me with wide eyes as I grasp one of her smooth knees and lift it to my hip.
“Hold on, contessa. Rough ride ahead.” I tease the blunt end of my cock against her body, and her eyes go a little hazy with yearning.
“Do it,” she begs.
I don’t wait for a second invitation. I push inside to find a tight, hot heaven. “Fuuuuuck,” I growl. And then I sink into her mouth for a kiss.
Warm hands caress my shoulders as I set a selfish, eager pace. I need to slow down, but I don’t want to. I crave her too much. And Vera bucks beneath me, her knees tightening around my body. Her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
This is supposed to be about her, though. Mastering myself, I roll my hips.
She grips my biceps and moans. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t want to stop,” I agree, leaning in for another endless kiss.
I’m drowning in pleasure. After a while, it takes everything I have to hold back. “Come with me,” I beg.
“Don’t need to. Go on,” she murmurs against my lips.
But I don’t want to leave her behind. I need her to feel a little of what I’m feeling. I kiss her one more time and then rise up to look her in the eye. “You want me to show you what a guy really likes?”
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
“When you touch yourself.” I grab her hand and move it between our bodies. “Sexiest fucking thing in the world.”
Her mouth opens with surprise. “No, don’t worry about me.”
“Oh, I’m not,” I lie. But I want her to have a good time. I want it so bad. “Visual creatures,” I remind her. “This is for extra credit. Do you trust your tutor?”
Slowly she nods.
“Then blow my mind, honey. The most confident thing a woman can do is to take charge of her own pleasure. And no guy could resist the sight of you touching yourself while I’m inside you. Do it. Now.” I push myself up off her body and look down between us.
And, sweet Jesus, it’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever known. Vera’s fingertips slowly circling the place where we’re joined.
It’s so sexy that I lose my rhythm before remembering to keep up my end of the bargain with slow, dragging strokes. Each time I move, my body quivers on the brink. Every thrust feels like it’s pushing me closer to the cliff’s edge.
“Oh…geez,” she gasps, her lips parted. “Oh,Ian.”
“Baby,yes,” I babble. “My name on your tongue, your hand on my cock…” God only knows the sounds I’m making right now. Sweat rolls down my back as I try to hold myself in check.
