Page 51 of Love Lessons
“Let’s just drop it,” she argues. “I’m embarrassed enough.”
“But this is important to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.” I squeeze her knee. “And I know a lot about the mind-body connection. Every good athlete does. Don’t you even want to hear my ideas?”
There’s hesitation on her face. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
She’s been in pain over this for a while, I think.
“You gotta break the big goals down,” I say before she changes her mind. “Your issue is that you’re so focused on winning the whole tournament you forget to focus on the play. You get all clenched up, right? And any hockey player who turns up at the game anticipating failure willensurefailure. It’s basic sports psychology.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes. Fine. That does sound familiar. But I have a lot of evidence that my buzzer won’t light. So there you go.”
“That’s when you change your objective. What if you don’t try to make any goals? Don’t even shoot at the net. Instead, you let me do my thing, and you just try to enjoy a few—” I wink. “—laps around the rink for twenty minutes or so.”
I expect her to give me hell for that crude analogy. But she says, “Twentyminutes? Isn’t that a long time to…?” She gulps.
“Baby, no. Not in regulation play.”
There’s the eye roll I richly deserve.
“Hell, I could go all night. You think going down on you is a chore? Think again.” To illustrate the point, I flip the covers off my cock, which is still standing proudly, pointing right at her. “He doesn’t lie.”
Her gaze goes a little dreamy when she looks down at me. I cock one of my legs just to up the ante, and I give myself a slow stroke. Vera’s cheeks go pink.
The girl wants me. She can’t help herself. Not that I’m really surprised.
“Please, baby,” I say in a raspy voice. “I just need twenty minutes of your time.”
“T-ten,” she says, as her nipples visibly harden beneath the sheet.
“Fifteen,” I barter.
“Okay.” She lies back against the pillow. “But this is the weirdest conversation I’veeverhad. And you can’t be mad if it doesn’t work.”
“Wait, wait. You’re breaking the rules already.” I lift the sheet and slide on top of her. We’re skin to skin, my cock cradled against her body. “New objective, remember? You’re not supposed to try to come. In fact—it’s better if you don’t.”
“Well, that’s easy, then,” she grumbles. But she wiggles her hips at the same time. She likes the feel of me. She can’t hide it.
It’s mutual, too. I lean down and give her a slow kiss. She tastes like a dream. My cock gives an eager twitch.
But that’s not what I’m here for.Later, buddy. You’ll get yours. I lift my wrist and make a show of setting the timer on my watch for fifteen minutes.
“This is loopy,” she whispers.
“Shh. Trust your tutor.” I dip my head and kiss her neck, and her breathing hitches. “Your one job is to feel good for a little while. That’s all.”
“O-okay,” she says as I slide down to suck on her nipple. I tug her little top down until her breasts are both displayed for me. I wonder why she won’t let me take this thing off her. But women sometimes have weird ideas about their tummies, so I’m not gonna force the issue.
I switch sides. Her breasts are so sensitive. I pinch the other nipple, and she groans.
“That’s right. You’ve got it now. Just do this for fifteen minutes. Justfeel.” I suck on her tits until her hips are shifting hungrily beneath me.
“You’re weirdly good at this.”
“Every guy needs a hobby.”
She lets out half a laugh that ends up as a dreamy sigh. My hands are wandering over her smooth thighs. God, I want to bang her. I’ve been hard for two days straight just thinking about it. That won’t happen tonight. But if I do my job—and I love my work—there’s hope for me yet.
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