She reached out tentatively, her fingers closing around my shaft with a touch that was soft and uncertain, but even that light contact sent electricity through me.
“That’s good. Now move your hand up and down. Slow at first.”
She did, and I had to bite back a groan because her hand was small and soft and felt fucking incredible. She was watching my face and learning my reactions.
“You can grip a little tighter,” I said. “I won’t break.”
She tightened her grip, and I sucked in a breath. “Yeah. Just like that.”
She stroked me while her movements got moreconfident with each pass, and I could see the concentration on her face and the way she was learning my body—what made me twitch, what made my breath catch, what made my abs tighten.
She was a quick study and always had been. Even with skiing, once she got past her initial frustration, she’d started picking things up faster, at least by the end. She was just as good of a student for this, even though it was a hell of a lot more intimate than skiing.
“Now lick it,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “Just the tip.”
She leaned forward with her tongue darting out in a tentative first taste—just a quick flick. Ignoring the way my cock jumped, I watched her face, watching for the distaste that some women seemed to feel for this act.
But it wasn’t there. She leaned in for another, then another. Her technique wasn’t much different from lapping at an ice cream cone, but we could get to more advanced maneuvers later.
Her thumb stroked along my shaft as she looked at me. “What now?”
Fuck, was there anything hotter than a woman’s head next to your cock? Yes—Zoe. Because not only was she fucking gorgeous, but she seemed to truly want to make me feel good.
My voice was strained as I told her how to swirl her tongue all the way around the head and to lap at the underside. She was almost like a science student, experimenting with pressure and movement.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
She looked up at me through her lashes with a hint of a smile on her lips. If I had to guess, I’d say she liked how she was affecting me, liked the power she had in this moment. And fuck, that made it even hotter.
“Now take the head in your mouth,” I instructed while trying to keep my voice steady. “Not too much at first. Just get used to the feel of it. The weight of it on your tongue.”
She did, her lips closing around me with the heat of her mouth, the softness of hertongue, and the gentle suction that was almost too much. I had to force myself not to thrust up into her mouth, not to take over because this was her lesson and her pace.
She was hesitant at first with small movements that barely took me in while she tested her limits and her comfort level. But then she started to get into it, especially when I groaned. Every time I did, every time my fingers tightened in her hair, she got a little more confident and bolder.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”
She started moving more and taking me deeper while her hand was still stroking the base and working in rhythm with her mouth. The combination was driving me crazy and making my stomach tighten and my thighs tense while everything in me was coiling tighter and tighter.
Fuck, she was a good student.
She pulled back, catching her breath with swollen lips and bright eyes. “Am I doing it right?”
“You’re doing fucking amazing.” My voice was strained and barely controlled. “Keep going. Use your tongue more. Swirl it around the head when you pull back.”
She did, and I groaned while my fingers found her hair again, threading through the wet strands, not to force anything but just to hold on to something—to hold on to her.
She was getting more confident now and more playful, and I could see it in the way she moved and the way she experimented, trying different things to see what made me react, what made me curse, what made my hips jerk. God, she was a natural at this, and how was that even possible—how could someone with no experience be this good?
I wasn’t going to last much longer. My breathing was getting heavier. My muscles were tensing. My hand in her hair was tightening, and I had to consciously loosen my grip so I wouldn’t hurt her.
“Zoe, I’m going to—” I tried to explain about spitting or swallowing, tried to give her the option, tried to warn her properly. But then she did something that completely shorted out my brain.
She took me into her mouth again, the deepest stroke yet, and then with her free hand, she tentatively reached out and cupped my balls.
I came hard, my whole body going rigid and a shout tearing from my throat that. She kept her mouth on me and kept swallowing, which just made it more intense.
Holy fucking shit, what was this girl doing to me?
