Page 52 of Love Lessons
It’s Almost Like You’re Enjoying Yourself
VERA
Ian kisseshis way down my hips again. He makes a hungry sound as he gently parts my legs. It’s a gorgeous, masculine rumble. I love it.
Can I really just lie back and do this for fifteen minutes? Isn’t that weird?
Probably.
On the other hand, I love the feel of Ian’s broad hands on my thighs. And I love the view of his muscular body stretched out between my legs. When he touched himself for me a couple of minutes ago, it was the sexiest thing I’deverseen.
There are worse ways to spend fifteen minutes.
It’s probably fourteen by now, anyway. Then he leans in to slowly kiss meright there.
“Oh hello. Wow.”
His chuckle is low and playful. “Relax, baby. All the way.”
I sink back against the pillows and remember how to breathe. His tongue is…ahhhh. My heart rate kicks into a higher gear. I grip the sheets again, but in a good way. “That’s so…” He flattens his tongue against me, and I whimper. And after a few moments, I realize I’ve begun to move my hips in time with his caresses.
This is…wow. The man was right. This is fun when you don’t care what happens.
“Do you have any lube?”
“W-what?” I slur. “Why?” I don’t want him to stop.
“Because lube is fun. Duh.” He lifts his body. “I could find some in my room.”
“No,” I say quickly, reaching for the top drawer of the night table.
He gets the idea, opening the drawer himself. “Oh, look what we have here?” He peers into the drawer, where I realize too late, he can also see my vibrator.
“Take this.” I reach into the drawer, grab the lube and throw it at him.
“Impatient, contessa? It’s almost as though you’re enjoying yourself.”
“We need a no-gloating rule.”
He snickers. I hear the snick of the bottle, and I close my eyes, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
To my surprise, his slicked-up fingertips land on my breast, where he does a naughty circle before giving my nipple a slippery tug. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp. And when he switches sides, my back arches off the bed.
“So damn hot,” he whispers. “You look like a wet dream right now.”
For once in my life, I actually believe him. Idofeel hot. It’s exhilarating. And when he lowers his mouth to my core once again, I moan deeply. His fingers are slick and messy on my breasts, while his tongue is sending licks of heat through my veins.
I clench my thighs together, feeling needy. But his knee puts an end to that, spreading my legs again. Then a thick fingertip runs a teasing circle around my opening.
“Oh, God. I want…” The sentence dies on my tongue, because I realize at the last second that the thing I want is not supposed to be the goal.
What kind of dumb idea was this, anyway?
His chuckle tells me that he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Not on my watch. Your time isn’t up yet.”
“Okay,” I whimper. Somewhere in the depths of my blissed-out brain I know he’s right—the strange rules of Ian’s little game are the only reason I’m enjoying myself right now.
“Just enjoy,” he says gently, between licks. “Just feel.”
