Page 49 of Lessons in Love
Keeping my voice steady, I use my experience to show her a new side of sex, one where she doesn’t have to feel unsteady about the next step. She can just sit back and enjoy. The pleasure will truly be mine. “I’m thirsty.”
Lifting the glass of whiskey next to her, she starts to raise it but detours and with the little vixen’s eyes on me, she takes a long pull of the amber liquid. No scrunched face in reaction from the strength of alcohol. No, not her. She takes it like she lovesit, keeping her eyes on me the whole time in challenge. Then her tongue dips out to lick her lips as she hands the glass to me.
My tongue dips in response, wishing I were licking her lips instead of mine. I take the glass from her and drink, finishing it. Reaching forward I set the glass back down on the sill and hold her head, angling it up to me. I kiss her lips, too tempted to stay away. Our lips part and our tongues pick up dancing where our bodies left off. When a little moan is given from her to me, my right hand moves down over her soft skin and I run a fingertip under the top of her dress. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You always say that,” she whispers. With a shaky smile, she touches my neck, her fingers curving around holding me close to her. “You know I’m a sure thing, right? It’s part of the whole plan.”
Plan . . . the damn plan.“I say it because I think it and because you deserve to hear it.” I’m going to make her forget all about that fucking plan. Kneeling before her, I slide my palms over her knees, her sexy little knees, and part them. They don’t go far until I start to slide the skirt of her dress higher on her outer thighs.
Breathy with stiff arms holding her in place, she tugs that bottom lip under with her teeth. “I’m going to make you feel so good, V.”
With my eyes latched on hers, I slide my hand up her inner thigh until I reach her paradise, a private haven where she greets me with my name sounding closer to a sin than the moniker my family intended. “Hardy.”
My smirk is fast and quick, opposite of how I plan on touching her. “What is it? What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
Her eyes leave mine when she turns her head to the side, dipping it down in a gesture that comes in the form of an unhealthy helping of disgrace.
I’m just not going to have that. “Look at me.” My hand stops, although still warm against her softness. “Now.” When she does look at me, I say, “Clear your head. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about between us. Don’t let demons in that have no place here.” I rub her temple. “Or here.” Moving my hand to her chest over her heart, I tap. “Or even here.” I move my other hand, lovingly, gently, caressing her soft folds with the back of my fingers. “All of you—mind, body, and heart—have to want this, need to feel pleasure instead of shame.”
“This is why I’m still a virgin. If one thing was out of sync and I let any negativity or fear in, it grew.”
“You’re not going to do that with me. You know why?”
“Why?”
“Because you know I’m here for you. You can slow this down. You can tell me to stop, and I will. Anything you want, I want.”“I’ve been called a tease.”
“This is about you overcoming the girl you were in the past and embracing the woman you are now. The woman who lives without regret or fear, who owns her sexuality and who takes what she wants just for the pleasure in it.” I find her clit, her body responding, I ask, “So tell me, Virginia, what do you want?”
“That.” Her answer is pointed. Her eyes full of the lust I feel for her.
“Do you want my hand or do you want my mouth on you?” Her body responds, my hand wet with her desire, and I glide my tongue over my bottom lip waiting for her answer.
Fighting her shyness, her reserved nature when it comes to sex, she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and leans her head against the glass, letting her body relax under my touch. “I want your mouth on me, Hardy.”
“Where? Tell me where you want me.”
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
Green eyes look into mine and she finds that moxie that usually only comes out when she’s feeling sassy. “Take off my panties, Hardy.” My smile is wide and I’m more than happy to assist in getting her naked. Taking them by the lace I slip them down her thighs and over her calves.
Black patent. Red soles. High as the fucking sky heels. Fucking shoes. Literally. Even if I get her completely naked, these shoes are going to stay on. She leans back against the glass of the window and I make my move. Lowering my body, I take her legs one at a time and put them over my shoulders until she’s straddling me. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look with your legs wrapped around my neck like this?”
“So are you. So very handsome and sexy kneeling between my legs.”
Holy Jack Fucking Daniels!Hearing her call me sexy is hot as Hades. Her fingers slide into my hair and now I pass the power and let her take control.
Chapter Sixteen
My tongue dips first, the first taste savored. My breath pushed from my lungs, as she becomes the only air I need. Her body is open for me, radiant with want, with her desire for me. I flatten my tongue and cover her solidly. Her nails scrape lightly over my scalp as I build her tension, my cock stirring and hardening in the process.
Her little moans grow louder while I eat her. When I add two fingers to fuck her, I suck on her clit until she can’t sit still. Minutes. It only takes her a few minutes before her pussy clenches and her clit is pulsing.
My dick is straining, the ache growing impossibly hard. Needing to find something to help relieve the pressure, I lick my fingers and stand before her. My desire is evident on more than just my face. Her eyes focus as her orgasm subsides. She reaches for my belt, and says, “Come here.”
Taking two steps closer, I watch as she undoes my belt and then the button and finally the zipper. She reaches into my pants. “Underwear, Mr. Richard? I thought you were the commando type.”
“I needed to wear something since I’d be around you. If not, I might be tenting so much wood that I’d get arrested for public indecency.”
