Page 50 of Lessons in Love
Her palm is warm, her grip too light. I cover her hand, making her grasp it more firmly. She smiles. “Public indecency sounds so hot. You’re such a bad boy.”
“Maybe you should punish me, with your mouth.”
“Maybe I will.” Big Richard is left alone, but then he’s freed and his weeping tear licked right off. Her tongue tastes, and when her gaze reaches mine, he twitches. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want me to do, Hardy? Do you want me to take your big, smooth cock into my mouth? Do you want to see my lips wrapped around you, sucking you so hard you forget your name until I call it out when you’re fucking me with your fingers again? Or do you want to fuck my mouth? Tell me. Tell me what you want and you can have it. You can have me however you want me.”
“Fucking hell, Virginia. Open that dirty mouth of yours. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around me so badly.”
“How badly?”
“I’ve gotten off to that image more times than I can say five finger Freddy while sober.”
A smile returns to her face. “Then we shouldn’t waste any time.”
Fingers take hold of me and she leans down, taking me between her lips with purpose. My head drops back, the sensation overwhelming me. “Oh fuck, Virginia.”Heaven.This is fucking heaven on earth. But I don’t want to miss a second of this visual. I’ll use the material another day when the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes doesn’t have my dick in her mouth. She moans and I just about blow. Fuck. I’m not going to last long.
Then she does this magical swirling thing with a suck and a pop at the end and slides back down my cock, sending me to the back of her throat. Like the queen of the unicorns she is. I grab the back of her head, needing to hold onto something while she swallows around me. “God damn.” She stays in place until I say, “Hey.”
She looks up, her lipstick smeared like I had fantasies about the first time I ever saw her. Bending down, I kiss her cheek. “You’re amazing. You know that?” A little shake of her head shows me she doesn’t know and that’s just unacceptable. “You are.”
“I appreciate that, Hardy, but I know you’re just saying that.”
“I’m saying it because I mean it. Like I said before, it’s not just a physical thing. Chemistry and seduction take heart, soul, your thoughts in the right head space. All of those factors matter. Sex is science and math—all the key components play a part or it falls apart.”
I kiss her on the lips. “So your beautiful brain works great but you need that sweet heart of yours to catch up with your body. Follow your instincts. They won’t lead you wrong.”
Putting her arms around my neck, she smiles and it feels so good to see. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”
“You’re right. You deserve better than me, but I’m the bastard you propositioned, so I’m here by default.”
I stand up and help her to her feet. Bending down again, I slide her dress back down over her hips. When I stand up, a pretty blush colors her cheeks. “We just gave the neighbors quite a show.”
“Good. If they’re too busy watching us, then they probably need the free show.” Holding her by the arms, I can tell her legs are still a little unsteady from bending like she was. “Hold onto my shoulder.”I seriously fucking love how much she trusts me. She doesn’t ask a million questions. She just rests her hand onmy shoulder. I bend and take one of her legs by the ankle and lift. I take that shoe off and she lands with her foot flat on the floor when I reach for the other. I repeat the same thing before standing up.
With hearts in her eyes, she says, “That has to be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.” A giggle follows.
“That’s saying a lot after what we just did.”
“It’s saying everything. Thank you, Hardy.”
“You’re welcome.”
She takes a deep breath and releases it revealing a smile. “I’m going to change clothes. Help yourself to more whiskey if you want it.”
I watch as she walks away, never tiring of the view of that great ass. When she disappears into her bedroom, I go into the kitchen and refill my glass.
Calling from the other room, she says, “Hardy?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you help me with this zipper?”
I have the glass to my lips, but when she calls, I go. She tastes better than whiskey ever will. When I reach the doorway, I look in. Her bedroom is so her—stylish and welcoming. She has what has to be the fluffiest comforter I’ve ever seen draped over the bed. I want to dive in, but she’s standing next to it and wow, my breath is lost to the vision of her in red again.
Yeah. Yeah. I know I just had her in ways that are intimate and special, but it’s like the reminder is there, making me want to skip ahead to lesson four right now. I walk to her and move her hair over one shoulder. Taking the zipper pull in hand, I slowly unzip it, appreciating every inch of skin exposed, and letting my fingers run the length of her spine. “You look incredible in this dress.”
