“I can. It just takes longer. If you’re tired—”
I placed a hand on her stomach. “Absolutely not, angel. I just wanted to make sure I was doing it right. I want to finish you with my mouth, if that’s cool.”
“Yeah. That’s how you’ll learn.”
I reached for her hand. “It’s not just about learning. I want you to come because I want you to feel good. You’re not just a science experiment, Annie.”
Her eyes softened and she raised up on an elbow. “Thanks.” Her mouth twisted into a little grin. “I want to kiss you, Nick.”
My heart melted into an irreparable, unable to be reconstituted goo. “Then kisses are what you’ll get.” I climbed up to hover over her, drinking in her smile and the freckles on her nose thatscrunched when she laughed.
I wanted to tell her how special she was. How utterly breathtaking. How she’d never just be a lesson or a science experiment, but herself, and how there’s nothing and no one more wonderful than her.
But those aren’t friend feelings. Those are real feelings.
So instead, I gave her the kisses she wanted. As her body rocked under me, my hand drifted under the jersey, cupping her breast. Her hands explored me, delicate caresses that drove me up the wall. This was different than the sheer horniness with which we’d touched each other in the past. It was tender, gentle, and heated all at once.
“Ready for me to make you come, baby?”
Annie bit her lip and nodded, and honest to God, the look she gave me in that moment would have made me give her anything she wanted. A puppy. A pony. An orgasm. A house in the Bahamas if that’s what she asked for. I made up my mind right then that I’d keep adding items to our lessons checklist just to prolong this time with her. Because it wasn’t just sex I needed anymore. It was Annie.
I kissed, licked, and sucked. I ground my hips into the mattress, needing some relief for how much she was turning me on. She pulled my hair and rolled her hips, her legs shaking against my face.
“Nick, please, like that, it’s perfect, I—”
I wanted to egg her on with words but my mouth was busy, so I did what she asked until I felt it. Not just felt it, but heard it. Tasted it. She was wetter, tighter, and fuck, was she louder.
I looked up at her, chest heaving and inner thighs still quaking. “Seems like I got it this time.”
She let out a breathy sigh and flopped her knees open. “Yeah. You got it. I’m fucking weak. I need a minute.”
“No rush, angel. This dick isn’t going anywhere anytime soon after that.” I sprawled out next to her and she rested her head onmy chest. She stroked her hand over my cock through my briefs.
“You could fuck me now if you want. I assume you’ve been tested, and my last test was negative. I’m on the pill, and I’ve still got this thing on for you.” She pulled at the jersey’s hem.
I groaned, putting my head back. It was awfully tempting. Instead, I reached to the nightstand where she had a glass of water, handing it to her.
“Your hands and mouth should do just fine,” I said. “I can’t get enough of knowing you’re bare under there. I don’t know what it is. Shirt. Jersey. If you wore a potato sack with no underwear, I’d be edging myself.”
She laughed, putting the water back on the nightstand and resting back on her heels. She swept her hair over one shoulder and lifted the jersey, touching her drenched pussy gently, then moving her hand up to her breast.
“Fucking killing me, Annie.”
“Oh, did you want to get touched?” she teased, leaning over me before tugging my underwear down. I kicked them off my feet as she straddled me and grasped my hands, all that wetness covering my cock.
“Oh, Jesus, Annie.”
“Gotta make sure we have enough lube to make it a good time.”
Right when I was trying to decide whether her dry-humping me again was what I wanted, she scooted back and her hand met my cock. The other cupped my balls, her nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I loved it all: the devilish look in her eyes, the way she kept checking my reaction, the occasional addition of her mouth. The visuals, the feelings, even the room still smelling like her. Her taste around my lips.
“On your back, angel.”
She quirked an eyebrow as I stood, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed.
“Show me you,” I said. She reached for my cock and lifted the shirt, bringing it to reveal one breast.
“Like this?”
