Page 68 of Love Lessons
“So…close,” she whimpers. Her brown eyes open again, but her gaze is unfocused. “Oh,please.” She sounds agitated.
“Shh,” I whisper. “Who’s this show for, anyway? Don’t come. It’s not your turn yet.”
She lets out a whimper of protest.
I pick up the pace, one more time. It’s the best kind of torture. My balls are tight, my heart wild. “Touch yourself. Faster.”
When I look down, I see her slicked fingers working, our bodies shimmering in the candlelight together. “Fucking beautiful. So hot. I can’t hold out any longer. Fuuuuck. You wrecked me.”
At that, I drop into another hot kiss, and she gasps against my tongue. And then I feel it, that delicious pulse of her body milking me for all I’m worth.
And I let it all go, climaxing in a bright shower of release. All the while, she moans my name, making me feel like a sex god. Two more thrusts and I’m wrung out, collapsing between her legs, my head on her chest. Her heartbeat flutters wildly beneath my ear.
I hear a great gust of air, and I realize it’s me, exhaling like I’ve just invented it.
Finally, I relax. Sweet fingers rustle my hair, their fingertips running mindlessly across my scalp. For the first time in a long time, I feel hollowed out and peaceful. And surprisingly tender toward this little woman with a big heart.
It’s so nice. I never intended to find a surprising sexual chemistry with my neighbor. But I’m grateful just the same.
We lie together for many long minutes, until I finally heave myself up to toss the condom. Then I climb right back into her bed, still drunk on kisses and sexual satisfaction. “Well? Do you feel like a new woman? Did I rock your world?”
“Don’t be smug,” she murmurs. “You know you did.”
“Thought so. I think you got what you came for, baby. You’ve officially graduated from the Ian Crikey school of seduction.”
Vera blinks. “I’m done?”
“Oh, you’re very done. I just did you myself.” I laugh.
She gives me a poke in the ribs. “You’re so smug.”
“It’s true.” I run my fingers down her back, and she shivers. “And look, just because you already know how to seduce a man, doesn’t mean we have to waste the rest of the trip. You’ll need some maintenance training. What did they call it in school? Oh yeah—professional development sessions.”
Vera turns her face into the pillow and laughs.
“Extra seminars. Special topics.” I kiss her neck. “Private study sessions with the Dean of Dirty Talking and the Professor of Pussy—”
She puts a playful hand over my mouth. “Enough. Don’t be crass.”
I lick her palm, and she yanks her hand away. “This is me, baby. Take me or leave me. My vast experience comes with a side of raunchy. If you remain a student in my classroom for the rest of our vacation, you get the full experience. I won’t rein it in for anybody.”
Her eyes gleam, and a sexy little smile plays at the corners of her mouth. “The rest of our vacation, huh?”
“Well, yeah.” I pull her against my chest.
“I’m sure I can put up with this until then,” she says.
“Good choice, contessa.” I yawn and snuggle in beside her. This is the moment when I’d usually kiss a woman good night and go back to my own room. But somehow, I don’t even have the urge.
“Night, Ian,” she says.
I stroke her hip in reply, and my finger catches on the little tank top. “Contessa? Why don’t you want me to touch your stomach?”
She hesitates for a beat. “I just don’t.”
That answer is entirely unsatisfying, but I let it go.
And for the second time in ages, I sleep all the way through the night.
