I was satisfied, but there was something else I wanted to try. Something I'd been too shy to suggest but couldn't stop thinking about.
"Can I..." I bit my lip, gathering courage. "I want to try... what you did for me. With my mouth."
His eyes went dark. "You want to go down on me?"
"I don't really know how, but I want to try." I looked up at him. "Will you teach me?"
"Christ, Flannery." He cupped my face. "Yeah. I'll teach you."
He sat on the floor, back against the counter, and I knelt between his legs. Up close, he looked even bigger, and I had no idea where to start.
I reached for the edible oil, still warm from before. "Can I use this?"
"Fuck. Yes."
I dripped some onto him, watching it slide down his length, then leaned forward and licked. The combination of peppermint and salt and him was intoxicating.
"Just like that," he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. "Use your hand too."
I wrapped my hand around the base of him, then took him into my mouth, trying to remember everything I'd read in those romance novels. Hollow my cheeks. Use my tongue. Watch my teeth.
"Fuck—" His hips jerked slightly. "That's so good. Take what you can, don't force it."
I found a rhythm, using my hand where my mouth couldn't reach, swirling my tongue around the head. The oil made everything slick and sweet, and his reactions guided me—when he groaned, when his grip tightened in my hair, when his breathing changed.
"Flannery—" His voice was strained. "I'm close. You don't have to—"
I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. "I want to."
"Jesus." His head fell back. "Okay, but if you change your mind—"
I took him back in my mouth, working him faster, and felt him tense.
"Fuck—Flannery—I'm gonna—"
He came with a groan, and I tasted salt and heat and peppermint. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, and the soundshe made—the way he looked at me after like I'd given him something precious—made it worth it.
"Come here," he said roughly, pulling me into his lap. He kissed me deeply, thoroughly. "You're incredible."
We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath. He was softening against my thigh, clearly spent, but I wasn't quite ready to stop exploring.
"There's one more thing I want to try," I said.
He laughed, breathless. "You're gonna need to give me a few minutes, sweetheart. I'm not twenty anymore."
I reached for the small vibrator I'd been too embarrassed to look at closely during inventory. "What if I tried this? While you... recover?"
Interest sparked in his eyes despite his exhaustion. "You want me to watch?"
"I want you to use it on me."
"Fuck." He shifted, getting more comfortable. "Yeah. I can do that."
He turned on the vibrator to the lowest setting, the buzz filling the quiet shop. "Lie back."
I did, spreading out on the blanket, and he settled between my legs, looking at me with an intensity that made me shiver.
"You're so beautiful like this," he said, pressing the vibrator to my inner thigh. "Flushed. Wanting. Tell me where you want it."
