He freezes. “Is this okay?”
I swallow, silently cursing myself. “Yeah. It’s just…it’s been a while. And even though I’m really into this—into you—I don’t always….” God, this is humiliating. “So you don’t have to…you know, wait for me.”
Beau certainly didn’t. He got so mad when I couldn’t orgasm, like something inside me was broken. He made snide comments about it all the time, using it as an excuse for endless quickies since I wasn’t going to come anyway. The thing he didn’t understand was that I enjoy sex—enjoy the physical connection—even if I don’t reach orgasm.
“I want to make you feel good, too.” Flamingo Boy kisses my shoulder. “It doesn’t matter how long it takes. We’ve got all night. Show me how you like it.”
10
KNOX
“Teach me, Tink.”
She nods slowly, her dark curls tickling my cheek. Relief washes over me like water from a burst dam. I’m not such a creep that my ego will be bruised if a woman doesn’t come during sex, but you can bet your ass I’m going to give it my best effort.
I may not be hooking up with puck bunnies on the regular, but I’ve been with enough women to know that no two are the same. It takes time to learn their bodies, and their boundaries.
“Touch me,” she whispers, her thighs parting.
I slip my hand between her legs, and even before I touch her, I can feel the dampness of her swimsuit on my knuckles. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I drag a finger through her slick folds, and my balls draw up tight. “I’ll bet you have the prettiest pink pussy.”
A quiet squeak bursts from her lips. I don’t know if she’s reacting to my touch or to the dirty talk, so I repeat the motion, this time, circling her clit at the end.
She sighs, and the tension seeps out of her body. “You like that, Tink?”
She nods.
“No, darlin’. You have to say it. Tell me you like it when I finger your pussy.”
She trembles, and I kiss the back of her neck, careful to avoid her tattoo. “I like it when you finger me.”
Close enough. I stroke her again, this time sinking a finger into her at the same time I press down on her clit. I do it again, slowly, waiting to see how she reacts. “How does that feel?”
“Nice.”
Just nice? That won’t do at all. I move my free hand over her stomach, stopping only when I reach her breast. It’s small and firm, and when I brush my thumb over her nipple, she arches her back, pressing her backside to my cock.
“Oooh. That feels good.”
For both of us. My dick twitches against the curve of her ass, and I slip another finger inside of her, still moving slowly. “You’re so damn tight.”
She moans in answer, and I take it as a sign to increase the pace.
Her hips begin to rock against my hand, but after a few minutes, she stills.
“It’s not going to happen,” she says, a note of frustration in her voice. “We can just—”
“Tink, we’re not giving up.” I withdraw my hand and turn her to face me, cupping her cheek. “We’re just getting started.”
I drop to my knees.
“I meant what I said earlier.” I pull her swimsuit down, relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. “You look good enough to eat.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and gives a self-deprecating laugh. “I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”
Hardly, but I don’t want to talk about other women right now. Not when her bare pussy is inches from my face, the muskyscent of her tantalizing my senses. “Would you like me to lick your pussy?”
