Page 8 of Lessons in Love
A virgin, I remind myself. She deserves more than hair used as an eraser and a wall fuck for her first time. A virgin. I didn’t see that one coming . . . coming, yes, but not coming. She ordered that Gimlet like a seasoned pro. Maybe I’m getting sick and my sex-dar is off.
“Hardy, I want you.”
My name pulls me back to the moment and I adjust my hand. “I should go slow,” I reply more for myself than her.
She lifts higher on her toes and pushes her pants open for me. “No. Faster. You can touch me. I’m not delicate. I won’t break.”
“I’m not worried about breaking you, sweetheart. I’m worried about the excruciatingly rock hard erection I’ll be sporting the rest of the night.”
A devilish grin appears and she says, “Then let me help you.”
I’m not one to say no to a generous offer and it damn well beats me beating off later to the memories of how her mouth forms this little “O” just below the bow of her upper lip.
My jeans are unbuttoned, my fly unzipped, my cock freed. “Holy—” She gasps.
Normally when a woman gasps, I’d worry, but I get this a lot when Big Richard comes out to play. With a twitch, he greets her, practically jumping into her hand. Do it. Grab me, he entices.Bad boy.
Her hand wraps around me and she slides up to the tip and back down. “Your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock.” When her eyes lift to look into mine, I put my lips to her ear, and whisper, “I can’t wait to have more of you around me.” And there’s that little hitch I wanted to hear. “Not tonight, but soon. You’ll come back and see me.” What the fuck? Did I just talk about the future with a woman? Wonder if I have a fever?
I get back to the business at hand, the business of making her come. Moving my hand deeper between her delicate folds, I tease her entrance. Her hand on me tightens—Bingo. One finger sinks deep inside, her warm walls engulfing. “Holy Jack fucking Daniels.”
Her lips are against my jaw, her breath coming out in quick pants. Her grip around my neck brings her closer to me and I can’t wait. I have no fucking patience when it comes to her and the way she wiggles against me. I push another finger in slowly, and lean back to watch her. The back of her throat is revealed and my mind is spinning.
I’m going to explode soon. This woman is driving me nuts with how good this feels and we’re only making out. Like two teenagers. My core starts to wind, tightening under her ministrations. With my thumb, I find her clit and she bucks forward. One touch and she’s that sensitive. God, I might be falling in love. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Shit. Big Richard bucks on his own accord. “Damn, baby. I’m close.” Now I’m the one that sounds all breathy. The coil gets even tighter. I’m about to spring to life, but I’ve got to get heroff first. Thrusting gently, I start to fuck her with my fingers, my hips are pressed against her, trapping our hands between us. I have no fucking self-control. This is insane. Insanely amazing.
Our hands are in sync, our bodies begging for release, and then the back of her head hits the board behind her and my name comes tripping from her lips right after God and sandwiched between an orgasm that sets mine in motion.
“Fuck. Oh baby. Yes, Constance. Fuck. Yes.” Ribbons spurt, covering my stomach and my shirt as I vanish into the bright lights of the dark blissful abyss.
When I open my eyes, hers open just as languidly. The pink that I could become so easily accustomed to has spread to her neck and collarbone and the tips of her ears. I tuck myself back in and with my free hand, touch her cheek, and lean my forehead against hers. “You’re stunning.”
She smiles and a soft laugh tickles my mouth. I part my lips wanting more, wanting to inhale her deep inside. Slowly, I slide my hand free and she releases me. Looking down, she laughs again, a little louder this time. “We’re a mess.”
“A beautiful mess.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
My smile slips away. “I don’t.”
She reads me well. “I didn’t mean you really say that to all the girls you’re with.”
I settle the panic in her eyes, preferring the after-orgasm look instead. “It’s okay. Just don’t think I’m like this with everyone because I’m not.”
The smile lines ease and her expression lightens. “Why are you so sweet to me? Even after I told you Katie O’Dowd sent me to see you?”
“Because you’re nothing like Katie O’Dowd.”
“How am I different?” she asks, just a whisper as we still hold each other.
“She came here looking for a good time and that’s all she was. But you,” I say, tucking some hair behind her ear, “I’ll remember long after tonight.” I kiss her sweetly, which seems to be the only way to kiss someone as pretty as her when she’s looking at me like I just hung the moon for her.
Zipping her pants and fastening her belt, her shyness returns slowly, the blush disappearing from her chest and centering on her cheeks. She looks down, and asks, “Why?”
“Because you think you came here for sex when you were really just looking for a connection.”
Her green eyes look like jade in the dim lights of the office, her beautiful innocence shining through. “I’ve done this sort of thing before.” She tries to sound bold, but I see through the act.
