Page 57 of Just Like in the Movies

BJ virgin?’

‘Not entirely, I’ve done it the other way around.’ She fidgeted some more feeling a lot awkward now. ‘Given guys blow jobs,’ she clarified, starting to feel like a bit of a ninny.

‘Dammit, Ruby. What kind of guys have you been dating?’

‘Selfish arseholes?’ she offered, feeling her heart punch her ribs at his outraged expression.

‘Dumb selfish assholes would be more like it,’ he said. ‘Do you want to lose your virginity, with me? Because I’d be honoured to be the first guy to taste you.’

‘Are you sure you don’t just want to get to the main event?’ she asked, not convinced now she’d be able to relax enough to enjoy it. The awkward was still there, not to mention that deep pulsing in her chest which was making his eagerness to give her pleasure feel like more than it should.

‘Ruby, I’m so turned on right now, I’m liable to shoot my load about two seconds after I get inside you,’ he said. ‘And I don’t want this to be over too soon.’

Well, all right, then.

The finality in his statement made her early worry, that this was just a one-time thing, ripple over her, but then she grasped what he was saying. He was right, if this was a one-time deal, they should make the most of it. Why miss out on having a single solitary second of Luke’s firm body, his clever lips, his devious fingers, his insatiable tongue, or his gorgeous cock at her disposal?

‘Go for it, then,’ she said, propping herself up on her elbows to watch.

‘That’s my girl.’ He smiled, his fingers flexing on her hips, caressing her thighs, and making the awkward lump in her chest loosen.

She was his girl for tonight. And he was her guy. And that was all that mattered.

One of Matty’s favourite bastardised quotes rippled across her consciousness and she smiled.

Forget about tomorrow, remember what Scarlet said, it’s another day.

But then Luke pressed his face into her sex and inhaled. And all thoughts of Matty and Scarlet, today and tomorrow, flew out of her head.

‘Mmm, you smell delicious, good enough to eat,’ he quipped.

She laughed. Surely the enthusiasm in his voice couldn’t be faked.

‘Now relax and tell me what works for you and what doesn’t.’

‘You want instructions?’ she asked, a little astonished.

His lips caressed the top of her mound. ‘Uh-huh. Generally, I work better with instructions …’

She tensed again. Hadn’t she just told him this was a new experience for her? And since when did men insist on directions?

‘Or, I could go freelance …’ He offered, stroking her thighs, clearly aware the suggestion wasn’t working. Her heart sighed, along with her. When had she ever slept with a guy so intuitive and responsive? But then she already knew about Luke’s dogged attention to detail from watching him caress wet plaster while repairing the cornicing. ‘If that works best for you?’ he added.

‘Yes, it definitely does,’ she said. But he’d already taken her cue.

Spreading her with his thumbs, he swirled his tongue over her clitoris.

She jerked off the bed, the tiny lick exquisite, and enlightening.

‘You like that?’ he asked.

‘I love that, clearly you work very well freelance,’ she breathed.

It was all the encouragement he needed. The heat flowed as he settled in to the task of feasting on her.

She wriggled and squirmed as the passion throbbed back to life with each long slow lick, each devious flick. Just when she was convinced she couldn’t take any more, one blunt finger entered her, probing, stroking. The passion crested, shoving her towards the precipice that had shattered her once before. She clung to the high, wide ledge, sobbing, begging, but he was relentless, tasting, tormenting, driving her insane.

She soared. Thrusting her fingers into his hair, caressing the thick mane.

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