Page 55 of Lessons in Love
The blue brush is fully loaded with striped paste, so I wet it and go to town. I can only imagine how my breath is after shoving a wiener down my throat.Wait, what?Hot dog. Dirty birds.
While I scrub my pearly whites, I do what any guest would do—dig through the medicine cabinet and the one under the sink. There’s nothing too interesting other thaneverything. It’s like a mecca for nosy people who like to go the extra mile and snoop through people’s stuff. Cough drops, Vick’s VapoRub, Advil, Emergen-C packets, toothbrush and paste, an out of date prescription for Amoxicillin, tampons, and what do we have here—a box of extra large condoms in ribbed for her pleasure vanilla flavored. Damn, that’s got a lot going on. Whatever happenedto it being used for protection? I like that she’s prepared. I now must torture-tease her about it.
I spit, rinse, and wrap up my business before taking the black box with neon yellow writing to bed with me. The overhead light is off and the room is dim except for the lamp on her nightstand. I climb under the fluffy blanket and toss the box on the bed between us.
Virginia’s gaze lands on it and her eyebrows shoot up. So to push this a bit further than I should for entertainment purposes only, I ask, “Do you have a vibrator?”
“Hardy,” she cautions, warning, or more like wanting, to end this already.
“Do you?”
She grabs her pillow and drags it flat down and flops back, then pulls the awesomely soft blanket over her head. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
The blanket is flapped down with authority. “No.”
“Yes.” I move down and rest on my elbow.
“No.” The firmness of her tone seconds earlier is teetering on giving in.
Reaching over, I rub my hand over her stomach. And even though I’m damn jealous that rock band gets to hang out on her chest, I get the pleasure of sliding it up and getting the real thing. I lean down and kiss her stomach while dipping my fingertips under the waistband of her sweatpants. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
The scoff comes out stuck in the middle of a belly laugh. “No way.”
“Why? Do you know how hot that is?” I lie back and close my eyes. “Thinking about you touching yourself like that, getting off.” I grab more than a handful of my dick. “It turns me on just thinking about it.”
Her voice is lower, the hint of debate heard. “I can’t, Hardy.”
Turning to look at her, I keep stroking my cock. “You can. Remember, with us, there is no judgment. No negativity. Just us. Just pleasure.” I lean over and kiss the side of her mouth while rubbing her hip. Pressing my erection against her leg, a slow gyrate begins. “You smell so good, and feel even better. Do you know how much you turn me on?”
An exhale of breath is heard from her nose before she gives in and opens her mouth for more air. “I can feel you, but when I do, I want you more than lesson three.”
I roll to my back. Putting my arms over my eyes, I release my own hard breath. “God. Me too. So much.”
“Maybe we?—”
I look at her. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because the first time should matter and if we have sex right now it won’t be about you, but me.”
“I don’t care.” Now she moves to her side and rubs over my stomach and begins going lower. “I want to be with you.”
Grabbing her wrist, I stop her hand from reaching its intended destination. “I want to be with you so much. This is not just hard for me, it’s almost impossible, but I won’t treat you like every other guy out there. This is important to me. You’ve respected yourself enough to hold off. I’m just asking you to hold on a little longer.”
She lies back and as much as I hate that her hands aren’t on me, it’s not the right time, but I know when is. “What are you doing next Saturday?”
A slow smiles slides into place, just how I like her—happy. “That’s my birthday.”
“I know.”
When her eyes meet mine, she asks, “I was hoping to spend it with you. I didn’t know if you’d be able to get off work two Saturdays in a row.”
Hoarding in on her real estate, I make myself more comfortable and rest my head on her pillow. “Have you forgotten I’m the boss?”
“It’s hard to forget how bossy you are when you’re always reminding me,” she teases.
