He pinches my chin and turns my face up to him. “You have nothing to prove. We can go lie down until we fall asleep. I just want to be with you.”
“I haven’t done this much,” I say, determined. Rich was the only man I felt comfortable enough to blow. He liked it at the start of the relationship, but we fell into a routine that didn’t include it unless he asked. Which he didn’t. “You might have to sort of, you know, coach me.”
He shakes his head in disbelief. “I stand corrected. You didn’t even have to touch me to get me fully hard.”
I blush. “You like the idea of me being your student?”
“Let’s take it one step at a time, all right? I can’t manage roleplaying on top of this.”
“So that’s a yes?” I run my hands up his thighs.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“You already said that. But if you don’t, how else will I earn my ‘A’?”
His nostrils flare. With his eyes on me, he pulls himself out. I glance down, and my heart skips.NowI’m intimidated. I can’t handle all that, especially with my lack of experience. What if I don’t do a good job? What if after all this build up, I’m just okay? We’ve based important decisions on our chemistry, and if it isn’t there, where does that leave us?
I glance up at him. Finn’s been respectful so far, but now I wonder if I pushed too hard. There’s an edge to him that both thrills and unnerves me.
“I love when you look at me like that,” he says. “So innocent, and yet so far from it at the same time.”
I put my hand around his shaft, test him with my tongue, and meet his eyes. I’ve heard men like that, and he just told me as much. I open my mouth, determined to take all of him, but I only get halfway before I have to pull back. I play it off like I wasn’t even trying. He’s sticky and salty from earlier, and the thought dampens my underwear.
I run the tip of my tongue around his crown. “Tell me what to do.”
With a moan, he runs his fingers through my hair and takes my roots in a light fist. “You’re perfect.”
“Tell me.”
“Suck,” he says. I put my mouth on him and pull, bobbing my head back and forth. I do it until my jaw aches and he says, “Yeah. Like that. Deeper.”
I inhale through my nose and take as much of him as I can, and then even more. My mouth is crammed with him when I go too far and gag. I jerk back. My throat constricts as I gasp for air. “I’m sorry,” I wheeze.
“That my cock’s too big for your mouth?” he asks, gravel in his voice. “I’m not. And you won’t be later, either.”
I wipe saliva from my chin. “What?”
His grin borders on sinister as he takes my upper arm. “Come up here.”
“Am I that bad?” I ask, standing.
“No. I’m stopping you so I don’t come now and end the night early.” He takes my face in his hands and leans in.
I pull away. “I just gave you a blowjob.”
“And?” He holds me in place and kisses me full on the mouth. “You better get un-squeamish, Hals.” He lowers his voice, trailing kisses down my neck. “So I can kiss you when I want. Touch you where I want. Fuck you how I want. You can always say no, but just assume I want all of it.”
Hals. Nobody’s ever called me that before. I raise my chin toward the ceiling, exposing my neck for him. I think I was going to ask him what “all” he’s referring to, but I’m quickly losing my train of thought.
Finn embraces my waist and lifts me, walking me backward. He sits me on a surface. “The kitchen table?” I ask.
“Of course. This is where I eat all my meals.”
Before I can ask what he means, Finn attaches his lips to mine like he needs my breath to keep him upright. He tugs my blouse from my skirt, separating from me only long enough to pull it over my head.
Planting a paw-like hand on each side of me, he traps me where I am. “Let me see you.”
I sit up straight. Our mouths almost touch. Sucking in my tummy, I reach back and unclasp my bra. My breasts are one area I’ve never had complaints, but when I lost weight, they got a little smaller. Rich and I slept together less and less over the past few months, even though he made sure I knew how much better I looked thinner.
