I nod and start to turn back to the counter, but she stops me.
She’s still cupping my face. She rises up on her toes and kisses me, and I want to drop to my knees and weep with happiness at how perfect it feels.
“Thatis just a sample,” she says. “Tonight, I’m going to ride you to exhaustion. Tomorrow, we might just spend the whole day in bed.”
She steps away and leaves me standing there, my cock aching and probably leaking all over my briefs.
Hoooooly fuck.
* * * *
I honesty couldn’t tell you much about dinner. I prepared it without burning the crap out of myself or serving it raw. How’s that?
After everything’s cleaned up, she takes me by the hand and leads me to her bedroom.
Not going to lie—I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
She sits me on the edge of her bed and pulls my T-shirt up and off over my head, dropping it to the floor.
“Oooh.” I’m hoping her playful smile means that was a good comment.
She nudges my knees apart to stand between my thighs. There, she drapes her arms around my neck. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with my hands, so I tentatively reach out and rest my hands on her hips.
“Good boy,” she says inthattone. It makes my cock twitch even more.
She slants her lips over mine in akiss. The kind I’d always fantasized about when alone in bed.
The kind I figured it’d be several more years before I ever experienced for myself.
Sure, girls hit on me at school—and sometimes women hit on me in the office before they realize how old I am—but I guess part of the problem is I have no interest in a college social life. I don’t want to go to parties.
Emma never got to go to parties.
My mother never got to go to parties.
I can party when I’m sitting in my house reading a certain person’s obituary and smiling when I plan how to go piss on the fucker’s grave.
ThenI can party.
Until then, I’m going to work my fucking ass off.
Casey’s different. In some ways, it feels like Casey…getsme. Her parents are both dead. She hasn’t told me much about her past, but I get the feeling there’s some darkness there that makes us more alike than different.
She cups the back of my head and deepens the kiss. I find myself sliding my arms around her waist and holding on, following her lead, letting her teach me.
Cliched, but true.
I’m happy to learn. There’s only so much you can absorb while watching porn, and that shit always leaves me feeling cold, anyway.
Before long, she’s got me naked, on my back, and is straddling my face and making the kind of noises porn hopes to aspire to.
Doesn’t hurt that she gave me instructions, so I wasn’t flying blind.
The whole time, I’m hard and trying to figure out what to do with my hands, because she tells me I’m not allowed to play with myself.
Which makes me even hornier, for some reason. But it pleases the hell out of her, so I just…
Go with it.
