My mouth waters to kiss her, to run my tongue along her inner thigh, to lick her pussy. I’m dying for a taste of her. But I don’t. This is about her. Her pleasure. I want to focus on just her.
A rough sound rips from my throat as she comes down. I pull my hand away and lie next to her on the bed, brushing her hair out of her face. I take in the sleepy look in her eyes. She turns to look at me and flashes a drunk smile.
“I think I had my first orgasm,” she whispers.
“I think you did. Doing okay?”
She nods, her eyes hazy. “Very okay.”
“How does your head feel?” I ask.
The corner of her mouth hooks up in the cutest smile. “Fine. Why?”
“I just don’t want you to get a migraine if you feel really overwhelmed by everything.”
She shakes her head, her eyes glittery as she looks at me. “I feel overwhelmed in a good way. The best way. My head feels perfect.” She lets out a cute chuckle. “I still can’t believe I was able to have an orgasm.”
“I’m so proud of you, baby.” I kiss her forehead.
“You did all the work,” she says.
I shake my head. “It was all you. You paid attention to your body, what felt good. You told me what to do at the end. I was just following directions.”
Her luscious mouth curves up in a shy smile.
I cup her face in my hand. “Do you want to take a break, or do you think you can keep going?”
“I wanna keep going,” she says in a sweet voice.
“Good. Now I want you to touch yourself.”
Chapter 29
Ellie
Istare at Camden, eyes wide in shock. “You want me to masturbate?”
“Yeah.”
“In front of you?”
His smile turns devilish. “Yeah.”
“I’m not sure how to though.”
“That’s okay,” he says, his tone relaxed and gentle. “That’s the whole point of tonight. To learn how to do new things. And it’ll be easy, I promise. Just do what I did.”
I bite my lip, nervous again. The high from my first ever orgasm is fading. That was the single most incredible thing my body has ever felt.So damn good. I thought my head was going to explode.
But now that feeling is slipping away as my nerves take over once again at the thought of doing what Camden just asked me to do.
“You know what you’re doing though. I don’t,” I say. “You’re really good with your hands.”
He grins.
“I feel really clueless. I’m scared I’ll look silly,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow, and his expression turns incredulous, like I’ve said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
